In my mind I can see her clearly. The ball bobbing along the surface of the water right in front of her as she rushes…
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I am sitting in the waiting room of the hospital’s CT Scan facility. The furniture is classic office lobby chic. The walls are papered with…
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“Things change all the time, so why do people make such a philosophical to-do that things are constantly in transition?” — Twyla Tharp I often…
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Something just out of my reach has been bothering me. A couple of years ago during a 31-mile run as I was training for my…
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Ahem, maybe I was wrong again: Outside Magazine published this recently: http://www.outsideonline.com/outdoor-adventure/athletes/lance-armstrong/Its-Not-About-the-Lab-Rats.html. Armstrong has his detractors and what appears to be a legion of defenders (Take…
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In 1982 my mother died of pancreatic cancer. She suffered greatly to the end. A year shy of thirty years since my mom’s death, I…
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