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Jerry Fabyanic

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    150 Minutes

    The reminder I got from my doc to get 150 minutes of weekly exercise was a wakeup call. By my standards, I had been slacking. Oh, I’d get in workouts, here…

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    The Death Zone

    Because of the dearth of oxygen, the region above 26,000 feet (8,000m.) in mountaineering is referred to as the death zone. Only the hardiest or foolhardiest souls venture up to those…

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    A Privileged Life

    From climbing trees to heights to hitchhiking, risk-taking was part of my growing years. By the standards of my immigrant grandparents though, my derring-dos were hardly perilous. Nevertheless, I inherited that…

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    From Illusion to Delusion

    (Note: This essay includes and expands on ideas first presented in the essay, “Illusions,” that appears in Food for Thought: Essays on Mind and Spirit, Volume Two.) To make good decisions…

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    Putting It into Perspective

    We’re a curious species, we Homo sapiens. Among the billion-plus species that have gone extinct and those with whom we now share Earth, some precariously close to extinction, we’re the only…

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    The Meaning of Life

    I enjoy watching Valley of the Dolls, a movie based on the novel by Jaqueline Susann. The flick, in my estimation, is a bit campy, but I find the storyline and…

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    The Lion’s Den

    Could you walk away from all you have known to live the life you were meant to live? Remaining a priest is just one of the decisions Father Daniel Patrick Murphy…

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    Like I Used To

    As I’ve aged, I’ve wryly commented on, as you might have about your own, my diminishing physical capabilities, plaintively decrying I can’t do such and such—running, skiing, climbing—like I used to.…

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    Achieving Swing

    Having thalassophobia—fear of deep water—as an integral part of my psyche, The Boys in the Boat is not a book I ordinarily would’ve read. But after a couple of literary-minded friends…

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    GO…Yukon!

    This might be heresy for Americans writ large, but basketball does nothing for me. Nada. Zilch. I never cared for the game. For me it is like watching a humanized, squeaky…

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    Happy Imbolc!

    I love February, primarily because it is my birthday month, though I chafe about how it got short-changed in days. But given that it is often the coldest, most bone-chilling stretch…

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    All the Lonely People

    I have no statistics to support my thesis, but I posit loneliness runs a close second to love when it comes to song lyric topics. Often they are entwined. In her…

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    The Art of…Whatever

    “Unhappiness is always to feel oneself imprisoned in one’s own skin, in one’s own brain.” – Jacques Lusseyran, founder of a WW II resistance group, survivor of Buchenwald, and blind from…