When I was in high school, I came home after a disappointing track meet and complained to my mom that I was mad at God. I asked why he gave me short stumpy legs and no speed or endurance. I knew I wasn't cut out for baseball, basketball or football — I was too short... Continue Reading →
The many versions of me
In one version of me, I exercise and run every day. In this version of me, I must live in San Diego or somewhere beautiful and warm, because the sun is out and sparkling and I look cool as a peach. I like this version. I drink cucumber smoothies for breakfast, have six-pack abs, and look... Continue Reading →
Saying you’re sorry
I think one of the best lessons I ever gave my kids: telling them when I’m wrong. For example, a few years ago, I picked my son up from his high school cross country practice and was driving him home. The sun had started to set and a cold wind blew making it feel later... Continue Reading →

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