Finding My Thing That’s Not a Thing

I have a laundry list of things I don't like about myself. A list that only empties after a good yoga class or some clarity brought on by near death. (I realize that this doesn't make me special.) At the top of this list is my inability to be consistent. "But you keep this blog." …

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Relaxing is Harder than Running Myself into The Ground

I hope you'll excuse the little hiatus. And understand that last week I wanted to write and be witty and smart but I just couldn't get there. I sat down everyday and provided nothing but rocks that sunk, deep into the sea, when I tossed them. Nothing stuck. Then I went to New Orleans to …

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