I was always one of the last kids picked when we chose up sides for kickball. I was tall and I could run very fast, but I couldn’t kick and I couldn’t throw. My sisters played baseball at home, but I only know this because of the family jokes about when Ann broke Maggie’s nose … read more How I got to the World Series
I was sitting at one of those interminable stoplights, when you get off the interstate and have to wait for three light changes of two minutes each just to make a left turn. It was blazing hot and I had a swig of water. Then I saw her. A woman with a ragged short haircut, … read more A bag of cherries
Dear 23-year-old self, Who told you that you were “too tall,” anyhow? You are not taller than any of your future lovers will be. A tall woman with straight posture looks so elegant that men of all heights will jump to be with her. So stop slumping. Right now! It doesn’t make you shorter, it just makes you look … read more Day 96: To me, 1982.