head in the clouds, dreaming

Brandon wants to be a pilot. So far, he has wanted to be a daddy and a scuba diver. There could've been more. I'm not the best at recording his ever-changing ambitions. I saw an idea once to write what they aspire to be on their growth charts, next to their height. I should do... Continue Reading →

life after running

I am learning to live like a normal person again, not a person training for a marathon.I went to yoga class a few weeks ago, on a day that I had completed a long run. One of my classmates was impressed at my long distance feat."Runners are usually in the worst shape," my yoga instructor... Continue Reading →

hop in my step

This is so unlike me -- in fact, I even made fun of Chad for buying the marathon photos from his first marathon -- but here we are. I purchased the photos. I am usually a frugal person, but I told myself this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I will never do it again. "Buy souvenir... Continue Reading →

marathon rundown

It is finished. Six months of training, seemingly endless hours of running all added up to something on Saturday. Because on Saturday, I completed a marathon. I ran a fucking marathon. Just a little history, for those of you who don't know:The name Marathon comes from the legend of Pheidippides, the Greek messenger. The legend... Continue Reading →

childhood play-by-play

When I blogged the other day, I wrote, "if childhood was a play-by-play, so much of it would be mundane, monotonous." So then, I thought of what it would sound like, as a play-by-play. I imagined two broadcasters, in their fifties with fat Windsor knots over pastel patterned shirts, announcing every move around our house... Continue Reading →

swish swish

I watched them in their swings, Holden in the bucket one Brandon used to sit in, Brandon in the bigger one. I watched each time they passed each other: swish, swish. I was watching them grow older, second by second. If childhood was a play-by-play, so much of it would be mundane, monotonous.It is exciting... Continue Reading →

fighting the hoard

Today, in the last day of my garage sale, I realized how people become hoarders. I had everything marked down 50%, and I found myself bringing some of it in. I was OK to part with it yesterday, when I was going to make at least a bit of money on it. But now that... Continue Reading →

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