A Hybrid of Nature: Growing Up Slowly

I was sixteen, going on twelve and twenty. I was loved by family and friends, and also had my share of teen angst–alone and lost in my own spirit, the way a bird thinks it’s ready to fly long before its wings have developed, and yet, the way the wind keeps calling her out anyway.…

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Courage, Dear Heart: Fear and Running Anyway

It started with sixty seconds of running followed by ninety seconds of walking, back in the spring and summer with my first series of runs. Having no idea what I was doing and with the courage of a snail, I stepped into my running shoes that very first evening to go and join my running group,…

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