Election Day Watching my sister slurp sprinkles from the side of a cone, I told her that she was a woman with fine wine and Susan B. Anthony running through her veins. I told her that she was Miss America, … Continue reading
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Scholar of coaching science and human interactions
Two bikes, one life, and the whole world to see
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The thoughts of a random Burundian woman
The absurd, the ironic, and the faithful.
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