FROM THE EDITOR
My runner son and I sat this morning chatting over a cup of coffee. We discuss his toes: There’s no getting away from it, they’re not looking good with nails that fall out regularly because of their constant battering in his running shoes. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s an unavoidable consequence of something he really enjoys and which is good for him. It makes me immediately look at my hands. I often tell people I don’t wear my nails long and painted, because I have worker’s hands. They type and cook and paint and drill, help me to do the things that make me happy. And I can also think of nothing worse than the sound of long nails on my computer’s keyboard. In her article about hands on page…
