This is not a post about Stella. This is not a post about me. It is not about running, or biking, or even all-night hikes. It’s about my daughter Rivka and my wife Gilly. Since I have not blogged in awhile. Rivka has done extremely well and is about to complete her first year of…

The unthinkable can and does happen. The unthinkable. The unimaginable. The pain in your wife’s stomach that leads to the visit to the emergency room that leads to the call from the doctor saying one of the most feared words you can ever hear. Cancer. The next call that says the tests are done. There…

The sky is very blue today. Sure it’s not such a rare event. Many times it’s just there and you walk around under it without even noticing. But sometimes it’s just amazing. There are many amazing things all around us. Things that make us smile and laugh and cry and raise our arms in the…

Thirteen months ago, at the funeral, I said that even at the most painful moment, I felt I was the luckiest man on the planet for being Stella’s husband for so many years. Today, after everything that has happened, I do not waver in that belief. If I had a time machine and could go…

I’m rebuilding my home. To be more accurate, I am doing renovations. I am not changing the basic structure of the home. The foundation was always very strong. But our home was greatly damaged by a terrible storm. And I now have a choice. I could do nothing and accept the way it is. It’s…

I’m alive. It may seem obvious. As obvious as the fact that anyone reading this shares my condition. But it’s not. To be alive is to be more than simply a creature that eats, sleeps, and breathes. To be alive is to embrace life, knowing that our continued existence is by no means guaranteed. Not…

Gilly grew up in Australia. Since meeting her, I have become fascinated with all things Australian. For example, did you know that 10 of the 10 deadliest snakes in the world live in Australia? Or that the word “bastard” can be a term of endearment? Or that Australians drink more beer per capita than Germans?…

We started speaking every night. It was such a relief just to be able to talk to someone about how the day went. And also to listen. It had been a few years since her husband passed, but the scars never really go away she told me. You just learn to live with them. We…

I used to do a lot of all-night hikes in the desert. At around 4:30 in the morning, I would tell myself “it is always darkest/coldest right before the dawn.” It was both a factual observation and a bit of a joke. But the truth of the matter is that once the moon sets, it…