The time is now. I want to go find out who this stronger, wiser person I’ve become can be.
The boat, the oars, the glide of the seat, nor the run of the shell care if I had cancer, have scars, or look like a sewing pattern gone wrong.
Writing through the process of becoming cancer-free.
Just like rowing down the lake, my cancer mantra has given me a silent place and allowed me the strength to catch on to my future and the courage to release my fears.
I was invited, as a breast cancer warrior, to model and help fundraise for Art Bra Austin.
I was not able to locate along this journey a way to adequately plan for the detours, both physical and mental, that I have encountered.
One man's renaissance journey of gyms and classes to finding fitness satisfaction in the unlikeliest of settings.
A cyclist remembers his childhood and honors his father