I recently read “The Women” by Kristin Hannah. I won’t throw out any spoilers, but it’s a beaut. In my humble opinion, it is duly suited for fiction or non-fiction readers. Although it’s a fictional story, there are so many historically accurate facts that I think it would spark joy in the most austere non-fiction… Continue reading A Mishmosh Kind of Village.
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Freeballing into the afterlife.
I wrap my hand around the glass, the beading condensation cool under my finger pads. Some of the Tajin rim is now coating the top of my pointer finger. I bring it to my mouth before I think better of it and then, realize my mistake and swipe it on the cloth napkin resting on… Continue reading Freeballing into the afterlife.
Maybe…just, maybe.
It was 2001 and as was the case with nearly every weekday morning, I was likely watching “The Golden Girls” before heading off to class. I imagine that the moments before the emergency broadcast broke through Blanche’s southern drawl and all the canned laughter, I was pacing around my dusty studio apartment in a Victoria’s… Continue reading Maybe…just, maybe.
The Inner-est Crowd.
I’ve found it interesting that every corner of the universe has a cool girl quota. There’s no space that’s so chill, so intrinsically meditative that there is not a clique of some kind that forms- the “in crowd” and the “others.” Now, these groups certainly take on different forms and functions. Some are larger and… Continue reading The Inner-est Crowd.
Baby Games.
I pull a greasy strand of hair loose from my bun and twirl it around my finger. With every twist, I feel the sting of the cuticle I picked bloody earlier. I swipe up, closing the app, and then open it again. Nothing. The meme is funny, I think. I want to write again, to… Continue reading Baby Games.
News!
Hi! I am doing a thing that really scares me. I am trying out Substack for a minute. I'm not done here, I don't think. Not yet. But I'm trying a new format. Will you check me out there? Pleaseeeeee? https://thepathtoworthy.substack.com/?utm_campaign=unknown&utm_medium=web Just for a moment. Let's do this scary thing together. There's no barrier to… Continue reading News!
Some kind of magic.
I had the opportunity to visit Sequoia National Park, Kings Canyon National Park, and Yosemite National Park this past week. I'm not sure if opportunity is the correct word here. Perhaps privilege is better. Or honor. Or delight. It was absolutely a thing of magic. I’ve been really caught up in everything lately. I’ve been… Continue reading Some kind of magic.
Treacherous Honesty.
This morning, I was chatting with my cousin, and I shared that I’m deeply obsessed with and captivated by the way that moisture sits on grass, flowers and leaves. I acknowledged the weirdness of this sentiment, and he responded by telling me that he is obsessed by the way bodies of water ripple (he’s on… Continue reading Treacherous Honesty.
I occasionally run…
Sus will occasionally mention that I ran cross country when I was in middle or maybe, high school. When she says this, I remember the dank smell of wet grass and sweat. I think of bumpy school bus rides and lukewarm, mushy orange slices. I recall pink cheeks and chafed thighs and mostly feeling like… Continue reading I occasionally run…
The Taper.
Nearly two weeks ago I began tapering for a big race. I’ve tapered for races before, though none that I’ve prepared for as thoroughly and none this significant. If you don’t know what a taper is, it is when you reduce your intensity and volume prior to a race. Stated basically, you run less and… Continue reading The Taper.
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