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This week I contributed a poem – a song without music – to an organ concert full of stories without words.
Read MoreTwo landmark experiences during my pregnancy last year – swimming in the YMCA pool and hiking in New York’s Adirondack region – taught me that my son is a being separate from me and will be for the rest of his life. I wrote about it, and the wonderfully specific journal Sport Literate published my essay “Flip Turns” this winter.
Read MorePalanquin: At some point after the turn-around, this word popped into my head. My legs were saying: hush up and ride.
Read MoreSnow over ice. Skates switched out for skis. The runners made some footwear switcheroos today, too.
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