It was a rainy Friday afternoon in January, skating with my family at the local roller rink. When I came to the posters of roller derby, I caught my breath. Could I?
It was a rainy Friday afternoon in January, skating with my family at the local roller rink. When I came to the posters of roller derby, I caught my breath. Could I?
As I hold this light of practicing connection, it’s terrible. I feel the familiar drag of hiding, but also see the spark of something long ago familiar, like a conscience, on the other side.
I was trapped. Trapped by gratitude.
First, make elaborate plans for them. Choose them lovingly from the grocery store, imagining the slow drizzles of herb-infused oil over them. Tell yourself that your children will eat them THIS time, because they’ve never tasted the amazing flavors you’re going to cook into them. At home, shove them under the lettuce in the bottom …
Cleaning out the garage sparks realizations of finding a place, good intentions, and growing up.
I flexed my foot to stretch my calf while we were stopped. I bent down and fished my water bottle out of the stroller. My friend’s stroller was parked just ahead of mine. Our toddler boys reclined in their man-carts, happily stuffing themselves with snacks. I hadn’t been on our usual trail in a …