Eight a.m. on Saturday morning I am standing at the desk at the local gym, my pink yoga mat hanging over my shoulder. I am not the patient, easy- going self I like to think I am. I am certainly not the mellow woman who leaves the yoga class each week.
For the second week in a row, the class has been cancelled.
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I’ve heard it’s a true story…A woman was flying from Seattle to San Francisco . Unexpectedly, the plane was diverted to Sacramento along the way. The flight attendant explained that there would be a delay,
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