In my neighborhood, Wednesday is trash day. While I greatly appreciate the service, it isn’t my favorite day for two reasons. One, I have a nose like a bloodhound. I can smell everything, extremely well and trash day only magnifies … Read More
My path to being a trainer was never intentional. Through a curious set of events, I got an opportunity in college to interview a trainer. During our time together, she mentioned that she had been looking for someone to work … Read More
I heard it before I could see it; the low, plaintive wail of a trombone. The shaky tune was familiar, but just unclear enough to name. Unaccustomed to hearing such a noise on a walk in my neighborhood, I moved … Read More