Today marks the twelfth anniversary of my beloved father’s death. This blog is a chapter of my memoir, The Reckoning of the Black Butterfly. May the memory of Frank. T. Snyder be eternal.
And I Would Run 500 Miles, and I Would Run 500 More…
I first composed the barebones of this over four years ago to highlight (and lowlight) the final run of my first year’s electronically recorded miles using the Nike Running App. Each venture out is as unique as the Pennsylvania snowflakes I waltz with each winter. This last run of the year was certainly a rarity. Road running is full of excitement, rewards, and surprises with unpredictable weather, terrain, and strength. NOTE: I avoid treadmills like lima beans and will only touch one if I absolutely need to. Continue reading “And I Would Run 500 Miles, and I Would Run 500 More…”
Quitting Smoking: Go Home, Packers!
This was the final post I made on my old blog exactly one year ago. Today is anniversary #19, and we are still going strong and smoke free…
We were blissful newlyweds of merely three months when my husband Harry revealed that he planned to quit smoking after Super Bowl Sunday in 1998. What?! He never even mentioned this major life decision to me. He never talked about quitting before.
“Really? You’re giving up the smokes?” I incredulously asked.
“Yep. I’ve been at it for over a decade. It’s time,” he said. Continue reading “Quitting Smoking: Go Home, Packers!”