A run-on sentence is two complete sentences joined by a simple comma. This is different from a really long sentence. You need conjunctions to fix a run-on sentence. Here’s an example:
- Incorrect: Practice is over at 5pm, you need to pick John up in time.
- Correct: Practice is over at 5pm, so you need to pick John up in time.
You can also replace the comma with a semi-colon or a period to make two complete sentences correctly.
Pre-run snacks boost blood glucose levels, and can top off muscle carbohydrate stores — essential fuel for longer, harder runs. The more time for digestion, the larger the snack. For a snack two hours ahead, go for something rich in carbohydrates such as a bowl of cereal, peanut butter sandwich or small smoothie. This can help power your run and prevent hunger. Typically, 50 to 75 grams of easily-digested carbohydrates can be consumed two hours before a run without causing any stomach upset. . . . When short on time, go for lighter snacks that your body can digest quickly. Consider a handful of dry cereal or a slice of toast with jam. Aim for 15 to 25 grams of carbohydrates in the hour before a run. You also can pop in a carbohydrate gel or half an energy bar for easy digestion if you don’t have access to easy snack foods.
“After my chores are done, Mom, don’t bother me. I have to finish the play. Dexter will be guarding my door. If you try to come in he might not recognize you and bite you.”
Vinnie’s dad says, “We’re talking about Dexter, right?”
“Good point, Dad. He’ll recognize your smell since you don’t shower after you go running when you come home,” says Vinnie.
Vinnie’s mom glances over at Vinnie’s dad, “You do smell ripe.”
“Dad, I think you smell like the meal Mom makes with toad food.”
“I do not make any meal with toad food. It is tofu, Vincent, and it is healthy for you,” says Vinnie’s Mom. Vinnie’s mom quickly adds, “Before you begin work on the play, tell Dad and me a little something about it.”
Vinnie’s mom is on high alert. She knows Vinnie is always pushing the edges of how far he can go. She doesn’t know what edges he’s pushing with the play, but she knows he’ll be pushing some edges.
“It’s like this, Mom,” says Vinnie, “The play is about four kids who want to make the world better. I gotta go finish it, Mom. Thanks for asking about it.” Vinnie slides off the dining room chair.
“Not so fast, Vincent,” says Vinnie’s mom. “Sit down and tell us a bit more about these four wonderful kids who want to make the world better and what they do.”
“It’s kind of like a mystery, Mom. If I told you too much, I’d have to say, ‘spoiler alert.’ You don’t want to ruin it for Dad, do you?”
Vinnie’s mom glances over at Vinnie’s dad who’s staring at his cell phone checking the baseball scores. She says, “I don’t think you’ll spoil it for him.”
Vinnie says, “Mom, do you like it when people help each other when there’s a problem?”
Vinnie’s mom thinking he’s setting me up. Okay, I am aware of what he is trying to do. He won’t fool me. I’m ready this time. She answers, “It’s important to help each other, I agree.”
Vinnie smiles. Vinnie’s mom knows this smile can only spell trouble and it is Trouble with a capital T.
Vinnie says, “It was like the time you and Sister Janet and some other people carried signs in front of city hall because they closed a shelter for the homeless people, remember?”
I need help. Al is watching baseball replays. Why did I decide to play Vinnie’s game? Vinnie’s mom forces a smile, “I remember.”
“Yah, Mom. Dad and I were so proud of you and Sister Janet because you got them to change their minds and they reopened the homeless shelter.”
A flashbulb memory flashes across Vinnie’s Mom’s mind. She says, “I do remember, Vinnie. I didn’t know you were so aware of what we doing.”
Vinnie says, “Well, Mom. That’s what we want to do. That’s what the play is all about. Can I go now.”
“Okay, was that so hard?” asks Vinnie’s mom.
“No, Mom. Do you mind if I microwave one of the small frozen pizza’s for Rupert, he’s really hungry.”
“Yes, it’s okay.” Vinnie’s mom, internally happy that Vinnie and his friends are going to write a play about kids doing something positive. She watches him walk to the fridge, Dexter trailing him. She’s thinking, my little man is growing up right in front of me. I think being elected 4th grade president made him more responsible. She touches Vinnie’s dad’s forearm, “Al?”
“I think Vinnie turned the corner and is growing up right in front of us.”
“Our Vinnie?” asks Vinnie’s dad.
Vinnie’s mom glances back toward the kitchen and watches Vinnie walking back toward his bedroom with two pizzas and four ice cream bars.
“I stand corrected, Al,” says Vinnie’s Mom. “Can we get sued for a play kids write?”
“Go where the pain is, go where the pleasure is.”
The Hope of Love
What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their