I was eating lunch at last week’s Lilly conference and talking with some nice people around me. We were from different campuses in different disciplines. One person kept looking at my hands. Finally, he cautiously asked me why the pinky on my right hand was “painted” with nail polish. This week’s color was a neat [...]
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A “brrrrrrrr” good morning. Not realizing until it was too late that the temperature was in the low 40s, I went out this morning bare chested in shorts. Big, big mistake. The chill’s pin pricks taught me what it feels like to experience the death of a thousand cuts. Anyway, as I was cutting through [...]
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Good morning. The weather seems to perch carelessly on the denuded branches of the pecan, oak and dogwood trees. There is a welcoming nip aimlessly floating in the air, enough to be kind to breathing and moving. There’s a crystal brightness to the darkness that is friendly to thinking and feeling. As I stepped through [...]
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