One year.

Sometimes when you start out on a journey, you end up precisely where you expected to be, via the route planned, and what you encounter is more or less what you expected to find. The scenery is what you had researched, the people are what you were hoping (or at least, expecting) to find, and…

The Secret, or “Yo, Vick! What do you eat?”

How do you lose fat and get stronger? There must be a secret, right? Well, yes and no. Yes, there are techniques. No, they aren’t secrets. I get at least an email a week from people who want to know what my secret to getting in shape is, assuming that since I’ve managed to make…

Moving forward

One of the movies I’ve always enjoyed for its inspirational qualities is “Mr. Holland’s Opus” and one of the lines from that movie that I have adopted for my own use comes from the scene in which the protagonist is reluctantly teaching driver’s ed in the summer. The student driver does unspeakable things to the…

My own skin

I’m going to come right out and say it: I love my body. I love that I’m short. It gives me tremendous leverage and I like the world from this height. I love that I am physically stronger than many women and always have been. I’m proud of what this lets me do. It took…

Echoing their joyous strains

Sometime in the 1930s, two strong-minded young people met in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was a powerfully strong, strapping young civil engineering student at Dalhousie who played rugby and loved the outdoors. She was a tiny young artist at NSCAD, who loved her art and was fiercely proud of her family traditions and status. He…