Stormy Friendship
I made it to the lake for a ten-miler at 6 p.m., and a mile or two into the run, dark storm clouds raced like black war horses from the western side of the water. The wind picked up and …
Category: Love
Hanging from a Ledge: A Decision to Medicate
3:33 p.m. The phone rings. I grimace. My mother-in-law blurts out that she is “running just a few minutes late.” Our appointment with my son’s pediatrician, the aging but still brilliant Dr. Marple, is at 4:30 p.m. and we have …
Spring Break is a Misnomer
Monday morning. 7 a.m. EST. Sparrows chirp outside my window. It’s too early for damn chirping birds. “Mom, you gotta wake up. Ben and I had a food fight,” Jim urges in his shatter-glass voice. “Huh? What? Why? You what?” …
The Little Prince and why my Scars Matter
I’m a mom. Do you see the picture of me smiling, dark-blond hair blowing in the wind? That is I. My son snapped that picture of me at Virginia Beach last summer. I guess I am normal, but if not …
A Weekend with a Friend
At the bus stop this morning, my neighbor said to me, “So has your friend headed back to Seattle yet?” I nodded and felt a little sad. “Yeah, we took Sam to the airport in the afternoon. But we had …
Friendship, Racing and the Missing Marathon Mile
Friendship, Racing and the Missing Marathon Mile I jogged up the hill and spotted Sam R. about 10 yards in front of the finish line and we grinned and exchanged high-fives. Sam’s Rapunzel-like, silver-blond, braided hair glinted in the …
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Grace
A few days ago, a blogging friend took pictures of herself in which she scrawled horrible names like “Freak” on a mirror with red lipstick, and I saw these words and I felt her pain and I felt my pain …
Blowing Bubbles with Toilet Paper Roll Dispensers
Madeline slammed the bedroom door against the door wall and dramatically glided into my room. For much of the afternoon, I had been lost in contemplation. The day before, a friend had threatened suicide. She lives thousands of miles away …
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Suicide Lines and a Female Mafia
Please Note: Name and Locations have been Altered to Protect the Confidentiality of People Mentioned Below My day started well enough, or at least it started like any other Monday. I woke up, glared at the clock, winced at the …