The following took place on Sunday, January 11, 2015
It’s foggy today. Not pea-soup foggy, but foggy enough that, as I reach the top of the levy where I do my three-mile run every Sunday morning, I feel as though … Read the rest
The following took place on Sunday, January 11, 2015
It’s foggy today. Not pea-soup foggy, but foggy enough that, as I reach the top of the levy where I do my three-mile run every Sunday morning, I feel as though … Read the rest
Imagine yourself on your worst day. Crap piling up in stacks around you. People coming at you from every direction, wanting something from you NOW. Everything that could go wrong does go wrong. Late nights, early morning, missed deadlines. Days … Read the rest
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