Why I Work Out

Can I confess something? I actually hate sweat. I don't like feeling it drip down my back, off my face, or under my hands on the floor. But I do it - because I love the way I feel after a hard workout. And it keeps me emotionally well. How Did I Get Here? Bookworm. … Continue reading Why I Work Out

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Mourning

Last night, an old friend from high school passed away. I found out about it this morning, predictably, through Facebook. Although she and I hadn't had a face-to-face conversation in nearly two decades, I knew from keeping in touch via social media that she had married her high school sweetheart (a man she fell head … Continue reading Mourning