Balanced Riding

My mom was a walker. She prayed and walked, socialized and walked, got space from my dad through walking, and probably brightened a lot of other people s days with her generally friendly demeanor. She walked a LOT, several miles a day, well into her eighties. Then came the day when she developed plantar fasciitis, and in a small way, her world came to an end. All the other regulars on the sidewalk…