I’m in a Domestic Violence Law class this semester, a class that should have the alternate title: The Most Depressing Class You’ll Ever Take.* In short, because I have two exceedingly short people at my knees who are being exceedingly needy right now, my friend teaches a class. This class is trying to get a…
Peeping
I am a peeping Thomasina. I look in people’s windows. Do you do this? I’m not interested in the people – I’d rather they not be there, so I can look more openly. I want to see their house. I want to see the color of their walls, the size of their tv and where…
Red Rubber Ball Addendum – Breakup Songs
The past post got me thinking about breakup songs. The song I listened to during the breakup memorialized by that post was awesome. It powered me through some workouts. It was not the kind of song that stands the test of time – it was one of those angsty emo rock kind of things that…
To Quote Paul Simon – The Morning Sun is Shining Like a Red Rubber Ball
In the middle of the night on a day in late June, 2003 – the very same day my now-sister-in-law got married – a relationship ended that I desperately did not want to end. The boy, who I loved very much, and who was very young, called me at 1 in the morning, waking me…
THREE
ONE In the pre-dawn hours of a glorious October day, I got in my car and drove five minutes to the start of my first organized race. And then drove forty minutes looking for a parking spot. Who knew getting there an hour early was not early enough? In any case, after much travail I…