Tuesday, Old Flannel & Moving Forward.

I pour another hot cup of tea, half-expecting a different result than before. This is the most reliable process I know. Boil, steep, drink, and repeat. It doesn't get any more reliable than this, I think to myself. I am working part-time as a personal assistant as a favor to a couple of friends who I used to work for. It is strange the moment when your employer becomes your friend, but I think it...

New Bike

Two legs can only carry you so fast. As a kid, I learned to ride a bike up in the mountains. When I get on my bike now there is no smell of pine or warm & dry summer making the air more brittle than bone. When my sister used to hold my hands over my handlebars the act was nothing political, just a normal step in teaching a child how to ride a bike. In Boston, when I unclip my bike from the...

Bear Brook Ultramarathon

It's been almost two weeks since I completed my first ultramarathon. It was a 50 mile trail run in New Hampshire at Bear Brook State Park. I have been trying to write about it since I crossed the finished line - no - I have been trying to write about it since mile 57. We got lost along the way and ended up running 100k, but at that distance, there is no difference in mileage. At some point, I...

Thunder

It's Wednesday. In Boston, thunderstorms seem to know when you need them most. Outside my apartment there is rain hitting the pavement - it sounds like a whole ocean trying to wash things away. I'm convinced the sky is trying to rip itself in half. I think of how similar we are, me & the sky. I don't know these days which one holds more water, but I don't think it matters. This isn't cold...