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Summer’s end can feel like a real loss. After a season of sailing, midnight swims, sunrises, and unforgettable memories, I reflect on the summer blues, Michigan’s changing seasons, and learning to embrace the beauty of what comes next.

I swam under the Blue Water Bridge — a freighter in our path, big waves, and my childhood friend who flew in from the UK just to do it. A bucket list moment that turned into something bigger: a Living List.

I jumped into 43-degree Lake Huron on Memorial Day, applied for the Escape from Alcatraz swim — and missed qualifying by 2 minutes. Now I am training with my coach and inviting you to join me for a summer of distance swimming, Swim With Sally.

Food from different cultures was unknown to me when I was younger. I grew up in a large family. Routines helped control the chaos of seven children. Mealtimes were consistent and predictable. Tuesday night was pork chops.