The back-to-back scheduling made for a brutal schlep, but it was worth it: During my first week in New York, I saw, among other things, a group of Russian refugee children proclaiming their love for ...
There were dance studios and barre studios and running clubs and cryotherapy spas and local YMCA chapters and kickboxing ...
On the basketball court with the teens, I was touched by a terrifying time-suspension—an encounter immune from the numbing ...
Think of a seashell. Don’t think of a conch. In fact, forget, for now, about univalve mollusks entirely. Think of Shell, the ...
It’s the tail end of January, the month of resolutions made and broken, gym memberships purchased and fitness classes left ...
Before the sweat, before the bench press, before the sauna, before the shower, before placing my hand around a man, inside a man, around his throat so desperate for my hand, I take off my ring. While ...
Tadeusz Dąbrowski on stage at the Shakespeare Theatre in Gdansk, Poland.
What Broderick is attempting is a French novel set in an Irish town; he wishes to put dangerous liaisons into the Irish midlands, to allow his Irish characters the freedom to pray to God for their ...
My running diary is a stack of 8 ½ x 11” papers printed with a calendar grid. The small boxes demand brevity. Cryptic penciled notes represent dates, times, distances, elevations, routes, and ...
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