shameless self-promotion, 386 in a series + a sign of insanity
November 04, 2013
Sometimes, I write something that, with the help of a great editor, turns into something that I'm right proud of. This essay in this summer's New Haven Review is one of those. Spread the word, especially you knitters.*
As if that weren't exciting enough, on Sunday I committed to this May's Pittsburgh Half Marathon. I figured my first might as well be in my hometown. Then I realized how freaking hilly my hometown is. Sometimes, I make really poor decisions.
(Also: I kinda want to throw up when faced with the very idea. But in a good way.)
* Unless, of course, you hate it. Then tell only me.
The essay was wonderful--it brought tears to my eyes. I think I was crying for all you (and my daughters, one of whom was also born in l971) have had to go through, for EZ, who I didn't think was ever going to die, and for everyone whose life she touched, thousands and thousands of us. I am going to print the essay out, and keep it with the letter I got from EZ, in 1975. Thank you for such a lovely gift.
Posted by: Phyllis | November 04, 2013 at 10:23 AM
Great essay. As for the half marathon - if it seems daunting, it's only because it sounds like the sort of thing that human beings are incapable of doing, yet loads of them do, so you'll kick its ass.
Posted by: Jen Anderson | November 04, 2013 at 09:40 PM