One year ago today, my fiancé and I drove to a town north of Portland, Maine to “meet” a puppy we were considering adopting. When we arrived at the foster home, our scrawny, 4.5 month old Rusty, walked shyly into the living room to meet us. He had a nubby little tail and what looked […]
Read MoreI have never liked winter. I spend December through March counting the days until temperatures should consistently start with at least a 5, and are not just 5 degrees. Training for the Boston Marathon is really just a way to countdown to better weather and keep me from hibernating until spring. But this winter. Ugh. […]
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