Fear

Hackles rose on Mickey’s back, and a low growl began rumbling in her throat. Grant froze and laid a hand on her head. “Shh. It’s probably just the cows,” he whispered as he peered around a bush. Huckleberry bushes rustled and swayed in front of him. A black snout and...

Running Well

During foggy morning hours in the tiny hamlet of Eddyville, tucked in the coastal range of Oregon, dozens of people with yellow neon vests set up for the third annual Crystal Creek run.1 “How are you?”, laughter, and questions of the race director compete with the...