Articles by Julie Moulton

Last Runner Standing

Endless gray stretched over the highway in front of us. The windshield wipers scraped away heavy drops. I looked out the passenger window without saying much. I registered for Last Runner Standing because I thought it...

Lone Star 100

Bleary-eyed and disheveled, I stumbled into a motel lobby in El Paso, desperate for a cup of coffee. I stared at my bare feet. I must look like the most hungover girl on earth. Glancing up, I locked eyes with a dude wear...