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I’ve always had a “belly.”
I’m not talking about my stomach – which I realize I need to digest my food.
No, it’s my belly that has been a constant source of hardship and complaint since I was a teenager. Continue reading
I’m walking the same paths that I did when Henry sniffed along with me. Days after he died, when I began walking alone, I realized how much of a fixture we had become those early morning walks. Half a dozen other early ramblers inquired, “where’s Henry?” or “where’s that bright-eyed, busy-tailed dog of yours?”
Now it’s almost five months later, and I still walk our same route. This morning, one of Henry’s biggest fans stops me on the path, the San Francisco Bay by our side, a tiny otter face peeking out in the foggy mist. Continue reading
Are you kidding me? Failure is a huge deal. Immediately, some of my worst failures come to mind:
Cartwheels
Breaststroke
A Job in the Big Apple
Vaginal Birth
Agent Elimination
I’ll expose these failures to you in hopes that you’ll reciprocate in the comments section below. Continue reading
Deep, restful, I want to swim in it, but why?
Just staring at it soothes me, calms me into looking back. Where did I come from? Where am I going? Continue reading
I walk the strangely silent town at 7 a.m. The sun is blazing this time of year, when the egrets rise with the golden orb at 5:30 a.m.
Most of the humans, however, are still blearily eyeing their cups of caffeine.
So I’m almost alone this morning with the seals and the pelicans and the few pedestrians here and there, breathing in the fresh air, enjoying the satisfying strain of muscle, but also trying to fling away the worries swarming my brain like a bunch of bees. Continue reading
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