March 23rd, 1950

My father would have been sixty-five years old today. When my mother phoned me almost four years ago to let me know that he had passed away, there was a mixture of emotions that flooded through me. The first was fear. To be quite honest, I don’t speak to my mother that often – I’m lazy, and I hate talking on the phone – and on the day he passed mom…

March 23, 2015
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Join the Fight

Greetings friend, My name is Noah, and I am happy that you have opted to join me on the journey I am about to begin. I have been given the honor of running the New York City Marathon to raise money for HDSA, the organization dedicated to funding research to fight Huntington’s Disease, as well as assistance for those who are suffering from it. Over the next eight months I…

March 3, 2015
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