As many of you know, for months I have struggled with the purpose of Molly's space. It was designed for her; it was about her; it really is her space. When she left us, I had no idea what I would fill that space with, or why. Thanks to some gentle nudges from a friend, and a heartwarming essay from the young lady who lent me this blog's title, I give you the new space. For me. For us.
I'm a recreational triathlete; a professional fundraiser; a volunteer firefighter; a rabid NY Giants fan; a husband, father, son, nephew, cousin, and brother. One could learn all this and more by reading on -- very little is left out.
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