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Bear Spray, Princesses, and the Wandering Mind

I recently took an amazing vacation to Alaska. We hiked (to glaciers, lakes, waterfalls), fished at the break of dawn (which is REALLY early in Alaska in the summer), flew to the wilderness, and generally spent our time doing, moving, … Continue reading

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A Geologic Instant

Fall had already come at 9,000 feet elevation. As I stepped outside, closing the hotel room door softly behind me, the cold bit at my bare legs and I couldn’t have stopped them from running even if I’d wanted to. … Continue reading

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The Question

Ashley the intern had been looking forward to this intern breakfast (brunch? Luncheon? Snack? Did it matter as long as there was free food) since seeing it on the calendar at the beginning of the summer. To be fair, Ashley … Continue reading

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Attacked

I have always loved animals. I spent my childhood begging my parents for pets and I envied every dog, cat, hamster, bunny, guinea pig-owning friend I had. Now that I’m all grown up I still love every (furry) animal that comes … Continue reading

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Miraculous Morning

Lately I have been struggling with feeling overwhelmed and lonely as if the whole world was resting on my shoulders, and as these types of feelings seem to wax and wane like the ocean tides, yesterday was a spring tide. … Continue reading

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Why Orion

Each October, early in the morning, when the dawn is still too far away to have dulled the glory of night, Orion and his dog watch over the world as I slip on my running shoes, quietly step out the … Continue reading

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Seven Laps

High school track. I was fifteen. Pull-vaulting, long jump, sprints, shot-put, hurdles, and yeah, distance running too, all combined into one place, a football field encircled by a hard dirt track. I can’t throw. I can’t sprint, and I certainly … Continue reading

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