I am not at all the kind of person who should be running obsessed. I drink, I smoke, I eat more fried food than a Southern Baptist. I went to art school. I am in no way graced with the runner’s physical frame, and with the exception of Bay Area baseball, I am beyond ambivalent about competitive sports. And yet, everything about my brain is … Continue reading Why I Run.
There is no better day of the week than the weekend. And there is no better kind of weekend than an almost universally observed long weekend – just enough people celebrating their extra day of freedom that you don’t feel lonely, not so many that you feel claustrophobic. This long weekend, though, was top to bottom one of the best I’ve had in a very, … Continue reading Weekenders.
I spent my whole life feeling like I didn’t fit. I was always a bit too straight or a bit too crooked, way too big or just a little too little. I felt it as a child in a new city every few years, felt it as a teenager in the same old high school year in and year out. This is why I used … Continue reading Everyone Needs A Day Job
There’s a fine line between voicing a complaint and plain old complaining. When it comes to the people that are responsible for taking care of my kid, I like to steer clear of that line altogether. I work hard to act like I don’t care if they feed her generic goldfish instead of the organic crackers I took extra time to pack, or if they … Continue reading Bite Your Tongue