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By Stephanie Linehan None of us are sheltered from defeat or devastation.  None of us.  The rug gets pulled out from under you.  The wind...

By Stephanie Linehan I was lost in 2016.  That year I promised myself ‘words.’ I could give them and seek them.  And I turned to them. ...

By Stephanie Linehan I couldn’t fill up on enough nature yesterday.  The summer sun. The fall air. The just-right temp.  The wisps for...

by Stephanie Linehan On Teaching A marathon. But more like a sprint. While juggling. Plates. Delicate, beautiful, unique, fine China...

by Stephanie Linehan Arrived I show up to hot yoga at Santosha Studio on any typical weekday evening.  I tiptoe through fellow members...

by Stephanie Linehan It was the fall of 1995.  An auditorium full of college students on the University of Northern Iowa* campus. Dozens...