Magic happens when the weather beckons our communities back into the real.
Sleep reminds us that the ability to command every moment isn't in our best interest.
On a blustery Des Moines afternoon, I noticed two women walking along a quiet side street in our neighborhood. The older of the two appeared to be struggling awkwardly with new crutches. She stumbled and stabbed and danced with the precariousness of a newborn fawn as she stammered forward. Her
Lately I’ve been using an audio training app when I go for a morning run. Various coaches talk me through running techniques and remind me of the purpose of each workout. While I was on a jog last week, a coach said something that caught me off guard—both