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  • Mirrors I grew up in front of mirrors. Big ones—seven or eight feet up from the baseboards. They covered at least two walls, doubling the population and making even the smallest rehearsal room bigger in our minds. They all smelled of sweat—not jock sweat or fear sweat—but a clean fragrance, […]

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  • Back from Hutchmoot   I am. Back from from the moot. I’ve been to Hutchmoot twice and each time I come back new. Different.   Who knows what I’m becoming? (There’s an obvious answer to that, I guess, but the answer isn’t me).   The voices (of fear, discouragement, of […]

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  • Yesterday was . . . difficult. I had worked a stretch of five shifts, four of which earned overtime of one to six hours. I was scheduled to renew my Pediatric Advanced Life Support credential. On just over three hours of sleep. I could have rescheduled, but chose to go […]

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