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The Timing Of Motivation

The Timing Of Motivation

Just out of college I worked for an at-risk-youth wilderness therapy outfit. We took kids into the backcountry for seven to thirteen weeks while their parents decided if they would come back home or go to a residential boarding school. In the backcountry we did group therapy with the kids,

I Don't Think That Happens

I Don't Think That Happens

A mentor of mine and I were playing phone tag. I needed advice. I was at the cusp of possibly of getting a big break into the industry of my dreams, and then the entire industry came grinding to a halt. Not that I was surprised. I mean, the 2020's

Overheard in Escalante

Overheard in Escalante

I went "glamping" in Escalante. I'm not usually a glamper, but I was invited, and it actually was pretty fun. It was hot, probably close to 100 out, and this glamping situation had a pool. There were three other women at the pool with us, two fifty somethings and a

Hair that Transcends Time

Hair that Transcends Time

It was a hot summer's afternoon. The temps were in the low hundreds, and the small town in which I was in was sleepy with Sunday energy. Two of my friends were passing through and we went out to find lunch. We ended up at a brewery, sitting on the

Water is Always Relaxing

Water is Always Relaxing

One spring, I could feel the hot weather coming, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little stressed by the on-coming heat. The months of triple digit days, and the lack of access to any sort of pool or river had lodged themselves in my dreams.

The Longest Mile

The Longest Mile

I love swimming laps. But what happens is I get out of the habit, and it's hard for me to rally to get to the pool. Recently, I decided it was time to start swimming again. I saddled up, made it to the community center, and got to choose between

Desert Stuff

It is hot. Like, July hot. It isn't the hottest summer ever, but I'd say the temperature is probably over a hundred at seven p.m. I'm in my kitchen, and I look out my back door. I see something. Big. Flesh colored. Wait, it can't be flesh colored. It

A Heavy 65 Pounds

A Heavy 65 Pounds

A couple of years ago, my husband and I met a friend of ours to go camping. She brought her dog, who we will call Esther. Esther is a very pretty pit bull, who weighs what her guardians describe as a heavy sixty-five pounds. My husband, my friend, and Esther

Mountain Biking

Mountain Biking

I'm not very good at biking. I know that sounds weird, but I've never been great at it. I'm fairly athletic, but biking and throwing things have never been my jam. Once, I had a job where I had to ride a bike. Often, I would come home dirty and

My Nightmare or Yours?

My Nightmare or Yours?

I had a roommate. One morning she came out of her room and looked at me with great suspicion. I thought she was just in the pre-caffeinated phase. Which was true. She got some coffee. Then continued to look at me with entirely too much scrutiny. "Why are you looking