My First Run

I was fourteen years old the first time I tried running as a form of exercise. I was soft and a little pudgy in that way adolescent girls often are, and had been voted “Least Likely to Sweat” by my family. Even so, I borrowed my boyfriend’s sweats and a tee shirt, and with his heartfelt…

The Last Summer

The summers of my childhood were spent splashing happily away in my grandmother’s pool with my cousins, who spent summer and Christmas vacations with our grandmother, Audrey. I’m an only child and my cousins were the brothers I never had. We passed the deliciously long, leisurely days of summer working up an appetite for the…

We Chase an Ice Cream Truck

Nothing announces the arrival of summer like the slightly out of tune siren song of the ice cream truck. The ice cream truck that roams our neighborhood has a habit of trundling through close to bedtime on school nights, usually right after teeth are brushed. Not only is this inconvenient, it’s also a little suspect…

Beginnings

I love beginnings. Beginnings are full of promise and possibility and wonder. Beginnings are new and fresh. Beginnings  are exciting. Sunrises, weddings, births, the beginning of a story, a dance, a race, an endeavor – all are beginnings of the best kind, each inspiring anticipation to shimmer and sparkle through our veins and our souls.…