The Rosemary That Couldn’t, The Writer That Can
Trying to over-winter a mediterranean plant in New England reminds me—not just in gardening—that it’s usually better to take the time to do something the right way. My fingertips smell of rosemary and lavender. Product of the waiting? Of high aspirations? An excuse to keep them from being idle? They’re restless—aching to work. But when […]
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A New Novel—Daring to Dream
I was having a tough time devising a plot for a new novel. It turns out I just needed a little inspiration to remind me: Dream bigger! Eventually, I had to step out of the afterglow. Since finishing the first draft of my first novel a little over two years ago, I feel as though […]
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Irons in the Fire of my Thirty-Third Year
I’ve just completed another trip around the sun. Sometimes its hard to believe I’ve made that journey thirty-two times already. Sometimes I’m shocked its only been thirty-two. Indeed, these last two years I’ve accomplished so much. Its no wonder I’ve started wishing there were twenty-seven hours in a day. To briefly reflect, at thirty my […]
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Act III or ‘The Victory Lap’
There is a game I like to play in my head. Its something I do to battle exhaustion at times when it really matters—when I’ve got to keep going just a little bit longer. Mostly I play when I’m running. I’ll have put in four grueling miles, sometimes more, and I know I’m a mile […]
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The Price of Salt
Ten days after my twenty-fifth birthday—Thursday, July 18, 2009—I woke up early and headed to work as usual. I expected it to be just another day in a string of extremely long summer days—I run the aquatics portion of our summer camp and typically my days are thirteen hours long at this time of year. […]
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