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…
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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.
Big dreams. Dream big.
I started to write something very specific for this week. I was going to write a little more about grief. And then, I was going to write about some of the bat sh*t stuff that’s been going on around these parts. And then, yesterday happened. And it was so magical that I don’t want to… Continue reading Big dreams. Dream big.
Living for Dying for Sex.
Have you watched ‘Dying for Sex’ yet? No? Why? Why have you not watched it? I’ve pondered why people wouldn’t like the show. I’ve mostly done this because I want so desperately to refer it to literally everyone and anyone that I come into contact with- on a daily basis. I want to scream from… Continue reading Living for Dying for Sex.
The After-Middle.
It’s no surprise that I’m an anxious adult because anyone who knows me well knows that I started out as an anxious kid. Not the kind of anxiety that stopped me from doing things or participating in life. Not debilitating anxiety. Just the kind of anxiety that led to tears and reservation, hand wringing and… Continue reading The After-Middle.
Rage Dancer.
When I close my eyes lately, I find myself imagining the shapes my rage has taken inside of me. Sometimes it’s a small, burning ember, like the last remnants of a stick of incense or a campfire long after everyone has retired to their tents. Then, other times, it’s a fiery ball- bright red and… Continue reading Rage Dancer.
Just because…
Michael J. Fox was quoted as saying something that seems so common sense for me that it’s almost absurd, as follows: “Family is not an important thing, it’s everything.” This sentiment is an easy one for me. I know that you may remind me that not everyone has a family and to that end, not… Continue reading Just because…
Carl-ing Us Out.
A friend shared a Carl Sagan quote with me the other day. I’d like to share the first bit of it. It read as follows: “Who are we, if not measured by our impact on others?” I had a weird feeling when I read this. I was simultaneously in agreement and also, I got a… Continue reading Carl-ing Us Out.
The Lifespan of Trauma.
I had this really intense and incredibly beautiful conversation with a friend last night. In this case, I think the story is relevant so I’m going to share. My friend is going through the process of being onboarded at a new job. As part of the process, she was required to upload a photo of… Continue reading The Lifespan of Trauma.
Resistant Strains.
Well, here we are again, International Women’s Day. My least favorite day of the year. I mean, it’s tomorrow, but I feel grumpy already. I want so badly to be able to celebrate this day, but I can’t. Not really. Don’t get me wrong – I can wax poetically about the fucking awesome women I… Continue reading Resistant Strains.
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