If there’s time…
Mindy Levine My pizza delivery guy said hello. And I was thrilled! The friendly check-out lady at the supermarket asked me about the Asian pears in my cart and I happily engaged in conversation about taste and ripeness. The technician who came by the house to install a new water heater recognized me from a previous visit … Read more
Every time a runner heads out the door, there is baggage that comes along. Sometimes it is yesterday’s cupcake or a muscle ache from the weekend’s overambitious long run. Occasionally the extra baggage is an overlong “TO DO” list, or the remnants of a stupid family argument. But sometimes the baggage is even heavier. … Read more
I love to run. At least I love it as much as anyone can love doing anything they are bad at. I love it even when my sports bra rubs the skin off my collar bone. I love it while I am lumbering down a hot street and trying to concentrate on increasing the number … Read more
I’d like to send a shout-out to Joe at the top of the gondola. Do you know Joe? He’s the guy in the grey shirt, face concealing black mask and large dark sunglasses. If you see him, tell him the woman in the face concealing blue mask, large dark sunglasses and white baseball cap says … Read more
Today I am a trail runner. I am at 10,000 feet but I am not breathless. I struggle up the path in preparation for the run down, determined to make gravity my friend. Trees grow tall alongside the trail. Unfortunately, they do not seem to be the sentient trees of my imagination. I touch their … Read more
Driving down the quiet roads. The red car exults in motion. It purrs, it hums and occasionally it roars. But mostly it is quiet. The endless pavement clicks past. My car and I are merely sitting on top of the moving belt. We are motionless. The road rushes beneath us. Sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety miles … Read more
It is quiet in the camp cabin. I linger in the back cubby room pretending to neaten up my folded tee shirts and shorts. I am actually cramming them haphazardly in the inadequate cubbies. Shirts fall from the designated space to the floor and I stuff the crumpled balls of fabric in with my mismatched … Read more
It is 3am and I’m standing in front of the open door of my refrigerator. I’m not eating. I am just surveying. I guess eating is still a possibility, but at the moment I am just admiring how much food is inside. Milk, eggs, cheese. Some salad stuff. Lots of fruit and a million yogurts. … Read more
This is a story about how in the middle, (I wish), of this endless pandemic, when retrieving the mail ten feet from my front door is an exciting activity, I had an unexpected experience. First, I have to admit you can tell what kind of pandemic day I am having by observing how I look … Read more
Today I am a warrior! A wood elf warrior. Tall and strong, I move quickly and quietly through the forest. My leather armor lies lightly upon me and I am wrapped in a cloak of shifting shades of green and brown. I pass right by you, but you will not perceive my presence unless I … Read more