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You walk into the vet with a Saint Bernard and you leave with an empty collar that somehow weighs more than she ever did, 120 pounds of sadness pressing down against your chest. This is your second do...

Dreams don’t always work out the first time, do they? Luckily, we get second chances. And third and fifth ones too.

We form our own tribe, the people who swim laps after the people who really swim laps go home.

I dropped into the window seat, on the wing. The exit row. According to the red safety sign, the window-cum-door weighed a mere 41 pounds. “I could lift that,” I thought. “I bet I’d get super-adrenali...