Being sad in my heart

There are periods of time when, almost every day, I think about jumping into the river as I drive over it on my way to work. In the summertime, I am not so sure that the fall would kill me, but in the winter, I am fairly certain it would. I don't need to be …

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Being a runner

As a young girl, I was incredibly un-athletic. I was a member of the track team at my school and ran the mile, the distance no one else wanted to tackle. I was the very worst runner perhaps in our whole conference, and I remember at times holding up the next event because I was …

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