Letter #1: To Our Dog Trainer

Rebecca, Maxx the dog, and I stopped into the Castleton PetSmart this morning to see our dog trainer. She has been helping out with dogs which help with PTSD and she’s been working with us for several months, and we’ve grown quite fond of her. While we’re taking a break from training because of life, […]

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Day 14: Maxx sleeps, we bike

Maxx spent the day zoinked on the couch — 24 hours of farm living and 30 Huttons was too much for him — but Rebecca and I hit the Monon for a 19-mile ride from Broad Ripple to Carmel.  Events that happened: My tire, which blew out on Thursday, held up for the entire trip and […]

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Day 13: We’ve Fallen

Our bodies broken just a bit, we did a last CrossFit on Thursday and then packed the car and headed south for a family reunion.  Two days of glorious nothing. Maxx ran around at the dog park and on the farm. We ate, and hung out. Sunday we begin again with a 14-mile bike ride. […]

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Day 3: The Dog is Sad

Maxx, the dog spent most of yesterday clinging to me and sleeping at my feet. (He spent the night cuddled up on the bed as well.) This generally means he’s really, really tired. Instead of running with him, I decided to bike to Mo’Joe Coffee House. I haven’t gotten my writing done yet, but I’ve […]

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90 in 90

1. I preach to my kids: write every day. I should stop there and clarify that sentence. Because I don’t exactly have kids. I am a professor. I have students. But they are mine. At least for 17 weeks each semester. My job is to help them find the tools they need to go live […]

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