Dancing in My Sleep and Other Bedtime Mysteries

I tilt my head back gracefully, swan-like, and lift my arms high in the air. I bring one hand down and gently graze my arm with my fingers, then repeat the same movement with the other hand; over and over, in a languid, ballet-like dance. Read More Dancing in My Sleep and Other Bedtime Mysteries

Not Without My Kneecap: A Lament

I was a runner. WAS a runner. I ran in high school, three seasons every year (cross country, winter track, spring track). In college, I didn’t run for my D-I school but I ran with a girl in my freshman dorm, and we’d talk about our high school boyfriends as we jogged the streets surrounding our campus, trying to avoid the bad neighborhoods. (Isn’t that the McDonald’s where someone was shot last week?) But alas, she transferred after freshman year to be with her boyfriend (they broke up) and I was left without a running buddy. Read More Not Without My Kneecap: A Lament