Momma, Her Supper Table, Christmas: A Running Son Remembers
19 December 2010
On Fridays I would take Momma out for supper. One Friday we ate at Pizza Hut where I could have spaghetti. She wondered why. It was because my first race, a 10K which I’d kept a secret, was the next morning. Four days after her death, I had surgery, and, following recovery, trained for eight […]



