I hate when people talk about working out, tell you how many miles they ran or how many push-ups they did.   Writing about it, however, is a whole different story. I can’t even remember anymore why I exercise. I’m pretty sure I stopped liking it years ago. I have no idea how to calibrate calories…
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Until about an hour ago, I thought the meanest thing my husband and I had ever done to our son Alec was not buying him a dog. But according to an article in Social Science Quarterly – What? You don’t read that? – we have also given him a terrible burden to bear. A friend…
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“You’re still playing softball?” my daughter asked incredulously tonight as I hunted for my crusty cleats, as if somehow being too old, too slow and, well, bad would suddenly stop me from playing in our co-ed softball league this year. I mean, why should this year be any different? Playing for our Red Star Tavern…
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