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The Fear of Walking
Walking scares me, yet I practice it every day. Of course, the actual motion of moving one foot in front of the other, swinging arms, smiling at the dog by my side, feeling the cool San Francisco fog...
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Cell Phone Abuse and Miracles
My early morning walking view, with eyes straight ahead. Many of you know that I delight in the early morning joy of walking my heart out, and my lungs and my muscles. This week, during my normal 7...
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Looking Straight Up
In celebration of my 190th post today, I’m re-blogging my first one. I began with 0 followers, but I had the germ of an idea of imparting my little flashes of “life” and insights to anyone who might...
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Marching Along . . .
There once was a girl who could write Her words were full of insight She tried a limerick That fell like a brick But her stories floated like light. In March, I still don’t usually like to walk in the...
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Watch Your Step!
I observe people wearing their Fitbit bands and silently smirk. Who needs to count their steps, for heaven’s sake? Just walk, run, dance, skip, jump….MOVE. But when my daughter asks me what I want for...
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What Do You Know?
I know this, even though few believe me. We live in different time warps. For instance, in front of me I’m writing a quick essay on what I know about time. When I turn toward my left shoulder, though,...
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Back in the Day . . .
Back in the day, we didn’t take buses or drive in a car. We walked. Back in the day didn’t matter if our school was a distance far We walked Back in the day whether rain or shine, snow or sleet We...
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Broken Glass
I pull on my Keen’s and yell to my guy, “I’m off to the post office and CVS.” The day is as glorious as a soft silhouette, so no car-choring for me. I’ll walk instead. But as I stroll on the side road...
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Clearing the Cobwebs
“What do you think it is?” my brother Jack asks. He’s in the middle of a 4-mile run even though he’s 68, his knees ache, and he biked 20 miles the day before with friends a decade younger. I shrug,...
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