tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post6274855927821995861..comments2023-06-08T07:08:53.236-07:00Comments on Writing Beside Me: On Tuesdays, I runMaureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404917167112072640noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post-52468329022343779672021-11-02T20:24:45.646-07:002021-11-02T20:24:45.646-07:00Maureen, congratulations! Good for you. I love you...Maureen, congratulations! Good for you. I love your peace-filled writing and how you gave us this slice of your day in your beautiful prose. I too love the image of you with your white sweatshirt, reflective tape, and on high alert--feeling both "both adult and child." That is a human feeling we can relate to, and you explained it so well. Denise Krebshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00583406241247334445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post-53528740400939821082021-11-02T17:46:15.666-07:002021-11-02T17:46:15.666-07:00I love the little ditty & how it runs (ha!) th...I love the little ditty & how it runs (ha!) through your post. I love the adult-child giddiness and responsibility. This post is a wonderful way to celebrate a year of running.Amanda Pottshttps://persistenceandpedagogy.comnoreply@blogger.com