I love my hairdresser. I trust her with my personal style. I share close physical space with her for the better part of three hours every 7 to 10 weeks as she covers up my ever expanding collection of gray hairs. We talk about our husbands and businesses. She listens to me, really listens to me […]
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We sat around my in-laws’ dinner table, sipping coffee and sampling my latest baking experiment. The discussion meandered around to the topic of marathoning. My father-in-law, a talented poet, dug out some limericks, penned after several notable races, including his first half-marathon. He comedically recounted the experiences that anyone who has run races knows. Feeling […]
