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Thoughts From Pilar Gerasimo

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By Pilar Gerasimo
I am a person surrounded by books. Wonderful books. Brilliant books. Books galore. Books a-go-go. I love books. And I haven’t nearly enough time to read them all.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
Once, when I was about 8 years old, I tried that tricky housecleaning shortcut where you sweep some dirt under an area rug rather than bothering with a dustpan.
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So much of what we do, we do automatically. Because it’s easy, or it’s there, or because it’s just what people do.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
One of the great joys of editing this magazine is striving (albeit sometimes clutzily) to walk its wonderful talk.
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Ah, the new year. It’s kind of like starting a new journal, a new chapter, a new relationship. It’s all fresh and clean, all full of possibility.
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Do the right thing. Seek and ye shall find. There is no try, there is only do.
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If there’s any time of year when it’s easy to lose one’s sense of center, it’s the holidays. Then again, if there’s any time of year ideal for regaining one’s sense of center, I’d say that it’s the holidays, too. Particularly if you get an early and proactive start on it.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
Funny thing about ruts: You don’t always recognize you’ve fallen into one until you’ve come out the other side. We’re creatures of habit, after all. And that’s not entirely a bad thing.
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My nephew, Toliver, turns 12 this month, and like many kids his age, he names pizza, burgers, macaroni and cheese, chips, fries, and similar fare among his best-liked foods.
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One summer, when I was about 8 years old, a lovely young woman named Jennifer came to spend a month or so on the farm where I grew up. Jennifer, who must have been the friend of a family friend, was a mysterious creature.
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There was a time, not so very long ago, when I was less healthy than I am today. And I hope, looking back five years from now, that I can say the same thing.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
Call me radical, but given the ragged state of health and fitness in our country, I think it’s about time we started seeking the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth about what really makes for a healthy way of life. It’s also high time we all started saying “no thanks” to the hype.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
We’ve known for a long time that spending too much time and energy at work can cost us. We’ve all seen hardworking friends disappear off the social radar while in hot pursuit of career success, and many of us have risked becoming strangers to our own families as the result of work demands that made no space for weekends and evenings at home.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
You know that restaurant scene in When Harry Met Sally? No, not that scene. I mean the part where Sally orders her food prepared to minute specifications. I’m starting to do that. I suspect a lot of us are.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
Four years ago, I got a call that changed my life. It was an invitation to edit this magazine. And, initially, I said no.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
Editors are, as a group, given to tinkering. It's part of what makes us good at what we do, and in many ways, an inherent aspect of who we are.
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I don't think anyone would have predicted that I would grow up to be a science geek. I was a dyed-in-the-wool English major pretty much from the time I could read.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
On a flight from New York last week, I was seated next to a 12-year old who was traveling alone. 
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By Pilar Gerasimo
One morning a couple of weeks back, I was running by a big plate-glass window in my neighborhood, and something novel happened.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
I used to have this ugly little habit - something I now refer to as looking for trouble.
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By Pilar Gerasimo
Every spring, as soon as the mornings get warm enough for me to venture outside, I have this little sunrise routine: Still groggy from bed, I grab a cup of coffee and head out into the backyard.
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