“Your skin is made of paper and your bones are made of glass,” — my friend Bridget, after taking me to the ER again.
Some of my earliest memories center on my tendency to drop things, break things, and trip. It took me years to understand my spatial relationship with the world. I have never been able to navigate easily. I fall off my bike, I trip up stairs, I go from running to flat on my face.
This has been diagnosed by medical professionals with a variety of explanations, mostly centering on anatomical structures that cause me to have…
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When a Massachusetts runner had a heart attack after a 10k in August 2016, he thought maybe his running days were behind him.
He’d lost consciousness repeatedly in a friend’s driveway, but surmised he had heat exhaustion…
I was just sort of locked in, in a 200+ year old cemetery.
I wasn’t too concerned, because I spend a lot of time wandering cemeteries. Also, it was daylight.
I’m out, obviously, and just fine, but I was briefly thinking I would have to Winnie the Pooh my fatass (yes, all one word, and please pronounce it in French) through the pokey tipped antique wrought iron fence. Also obviously, I immediately leapt to the possibility that supernatural intervention had occurred and I was about to be a pawn in some sort of ghostly game.
However, it is far more…
Today was the day. When all the pictures from the Met Gala and the MTV VMAs were splashed across all the medias, I realized I had lost touch with pop culture.
I am past the age that advertisers target, and I don’t know the words to any new songs. But I thought I was entirely in the know about who is freshly famous, and who is dropping a new track, and who is starring in the movies. But I was wrong.
These pictures of bedecked celebrities had me googling. I knew who most were, but I was truly stumped by…
I lost it the second I spotted her, perched on the edge of her bed.
I was laughing so hard I could barely talk. My hysterics prompted her to mimic me.
When I finally composed myself, she stopped laughing too. I then asked my mother if she knew what I found so funny.
“No, but I like laughing,” she said, as she laughed more, deepening her tone, as if imitating a man’s voice. She rocked back and forth.
She was wearing the most outrageous gold and black sweater dress. It was surely a relic of the early 1980s, and most…
When I was growing up, my parents rented a beach house for our family. We were lucky enough to spend weeks in a place that had a tiny half bathroom inside, a shower on the porch, and a 40-year-old stove that smelled like a gas leak anytime we tried to use it.
It was in every way a cottage, but we were right in the sand, and directly on the ocean. It was a very fortunate part of my life. …
The cheering has just stopped in my living room.
I just wiped a few tears from my face.
When sportscaster Kathryn Tappen commented that she, too, was teary, I felt less foolish.
I did feel a little strange about how emotional I was as we watched Molly Seidel in the final minutes of the Women’s Olympic Marathon. As she crossed the finish, and yelled out — in joy? in pain? in celebration? — I blubbered.
I don’t know the Bronze Medal winner Seidel, at all, in any capacity. Not at all.
However, because we live near, work in, and run…
I was born into a family of talkers; specifically, a family of talk-to-strangers-in-a-line style talkers.
During these pandemic times, I started to realize how much this was a part of who I am. In these ever accumulating months, I’ve begun to miss random pleasantries with amenable people in my periphery. I am now down to barely a nod at strangers. I want to find my way back to my talk-to-anyone-who-will-listen roots, within reason.
My family’s trait can be both charming and maddening, depending on how much time you have to spare while shopping, and the reception of the captive audience…
RE: Did you drop this from 62 miles away?
July 20, 2021
ME: 7:00 AM-8:40 AM: Read work emails, respond as necessary. Delete 51 spam emails all RE: hot flash relief, cooling sleepwear, and/or insomnia cures.
ME: 8:40 AM: Receive text that Amazon item — only ordered because it was a gift for a child and couldn’t be found elsewhere — is enroute.
ME: 8:41 AM-9:11 AM: Start laundry, make coffee, answer another work email, make a dentist appointment for next month hoping the Delta variant doesn’t cancel it.
JEFF- 9:11 AM: Jeff Bezos goes to space and does some…
9:00 AM- Check email and see new candle scents added on day 27 of sale I previously ignored. Crack knuckles, refill coffee with just more coffee, not more creamer.
9:05 AM- Read reviews of every ocean/beach/sea scented candle to ascertain none are the dreaded “mandle” and potentially smell of Girbaud jeans wearing/ Drakkar doused boys who danced at under 21-year-old nights at Narcissus nightclub until it became a Gap in 1993.
10:05 AM- Realize work meeting started five minutes ago, so regretfully leave cart. Blow it a kiss.
11:30 AM- Return to shopping cart. See ominous “Some items in your…