If you’d asked me as a teenager, I’d have told you for sure I’d be getting out of here. That there’s no way at 33 years old I’d be living in my hometown where the biggest attraction is the Baseball Hall of Fame, 40 miles away. That I’d be raising a family not two minutes…
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Something changes when you become a writer. Time slows. You begin to savor the tiniest experiences. You breathe in the details and your mind races for the perfect descriptions to relive them through written word. Simplicities become complexities, yet somehow, everything seems simpler. Spring is breaking, and it’s a perfect day for a run on the…
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