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A story about the time I lost my home…

Sometimes there is crying after crossfit, but never before. But as I walked into the back stuff-dumping room of my box (Crossfit’s name for their gyms) the other day, there was a small gathering of women consoling one of our crying friends. “Shari, I need to tell you...

In Honor of D-Day: A letter to my grandfathers

With all our moving chaos, I almost forgot that today was the anniversary of D-Day, until I overheard my oldest son and husband started laying out its timeline last night. “So, Daddy, since Germany and France are so many hours ahead of us, really, wouldn’t the battle...