BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

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I've always been my harshest critic, taking things on like a zealot and sometimes getting frustrated when I stall mid-process. The self-flagellation stems from a lifetime of working harder, faster, more than asked or required. Boxing has been no exception, though one big difference is that it can be a rather isolated and lonely sport. There… Continue reading BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)

YOU CAN’T HURRY LOVE

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Love is like that sometimes, isn't it? We can't always be with those we adore. In some cases, we must spend time apart to make advances. The logic is twisted but it's the spaces between that bring us back to the same wavelength. And help us determine we absolutely complement each other. Below, a little… Continue reading YOU CAN’T HURRY LOVE

ROLL LIKE THUNDER

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It is hard to make new connections. Life tends to get in the way. There are salaries to earn, children to care for, and a million and one expectations to manage. Weeks slam into each other. Months storm by. Days are filled with the mundane and ordinary. Now and then, we turn so far inwards we… Continue reading ROLL LIKE THUNDER

SNAKES AND LADDERS

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It took me years to learn how to play the flute. The curve was sharp because I was hostile towards the process from the outset. I thought the flute was too delicate and airy. And I wanted to play the drums instead. But the drums weren't available the day students were matched up with instruments… Continue reading SNAKES AND LADDERS

A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE

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It's been nearly a year since Coach took apart my jab and started to put it back together again. At the time, I thought boxing would be a phase because it was too intense and brutal. A discipline built on a foundation of violence. But instead, I have become more deeply entrenched in a world of… Continue reading A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE