Crossing Boundaries
“Step, step, step, now stop” Bird’s alarm halts hiker’s dance— Rustling leaves sing on Despite a sore Achilles tendon—the unfortunate result of running like a 30-year-old on my 65th birthday–I laced up my hiking boots and headed into the field. My hike didn’t last long, not because it was below freezing but for the fact …
Becoming Your New Self
This Year: Just One Thing
My wife teases me about my penchant for thinking back to what I was doing this time a week ago. “This time a week ago we were…” I often say. “Why do you do that?” she asks. “I have a sense for history,” I tell her, but she knows I don’t know why I do …