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I love winter. I love a nip in the air. I love feeling the cold on my face as I run. I love a good coat and boots. I love not sweating every...

Well, I'd intended this post to be a tad bit closer to the last one , but better late than never I guess. Honestly, as long as it se...

I've never been what one would call a serious runner. I run out of a desire to stay in shape rather than any actual love for the craft. ...

Despite growing up in Oklahoma, I spent nearly every summer as a child in Baltimore. Because my mom was a teacher, she had the summers off a...

March is officially underway. Every year, almost without fail, I mentally prepare my list of favorite things about this month. In recent mem...

In the past I've lamented about my love for Sundays , however, with the holidays and then moving into my new abode, I hadn't yet had...

Oh Thursday, how I both love and loathe you. Since moving to Baltimore I have come to greet Thursday with mixed emotions. On the one hand,...