Sunday morning. Afton mountain. I step outside barefoot to grab something out of my car. I'm rummaging around in the glove box when I feel an intense, piercing pain on the bottom of my foot. I wonder if maybe a vicious wolverine has attacked with...

I was downtown by 7:04 this morning. I am not a morning person. The occasion was a breakfast at the Marriott to kick off the Making Strides for Breast Cancer walk on October 19th (thank you, Lisa Schaffner, I will never forget that date!) There's st...

My friend Frances reminds me of Olympic swimmer, Dara Torres. At 46, she just raced from Alcatraz to San Francisco.  The choppy water was like swimming in a washing machine, she told me.  She finished fifth in her age group. ...