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Champ: A Tribute

I told my mom about Champ, and his passing, and she said something very wise. After a brief pause, and then an inquiry as to how Anthony (Champ’s owner/father) was doing, she spoke in explanative consolation. “I don’t remember where exactly I heard this,” she began, “but I think it’s remarkably true. Dogs live shorter

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Harry Potter, a Harvard Study, and the Mind Body Connection

(Excerpt below, in italics, is from the sixth installment of the Harry Potter Series, “The Half Blood Prince.” I say “excerpt,” unofficially, because I wrote it from memory. I’m like 99 percent sure it’s accurate…) … The rain came, heavy, smashing into the stone turrets and dancing upon the highest towers of Hogwarts Castle. Wind

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A Little Business Zen

I like to think there is a certain credibility that goes along with tattooing personal beliefs on the body. A certain conviction that emboldens ones mantra and being.  I hope that’s true, anyways, or Nancy* was definitely right and justified in removing me from her will… I just say that, though—and lead with it—because that

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#NationalRunningDay: The Mindful Battle of the Runner

(#NationalRunningDay was last week. Apologies for a delayed, hashtag irrelevant post. My mom was trying to log into my Netflix account to watch Madmen but couldn’t figure it out. She needed my help, so I was late getting the post up.)     Whenever a hashtag is involved, and something is trending on Twitter, it

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“Sunday Funday” (in Korea)

“Sunday Funday”   “Sunday Funday” is an American colloquialism that I like. Basically, it is a label that makes getting drunk on Sundays acceptable and fun. I dig it. I had a Sunday Funday in Korea. I’ve chronologically organized the events for accuracy and entertainment. If you find yourself in Asia, please, don’t hesitate to

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5 Things I Wish I Could Bring to Korea

I’ve been sitting for a few minutes thinking about the best way to preface this short list. I’m struggling. I’ve typed and deleted several hundred words and four South Korean jets have flown over the apartment since I sat down. … I’m struggling because I don’t want to contradict myself. I’ve been working very hard

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