Chlorine is My Kryptonite

Every Fall, like clockwork, I think “it’s time to get in the water again.” Back to school must be etched in to my mitochondria as synonymous with back to pool after living and breathing that rhythm throughout my young life. So, I sign up for a master’s swim team and dive in.  By lap two, on day one, I’m racing whoever is in…

By Mermaid, I Mean

When I say that I’m a mermaid, I am in no way suggesting that I’m akin to the archetype depicted by Daryl Hannah in Splash. Yet, I will say that I liked how the film turned the Little Mermaid story on its axis — the boy giving up land for the girl’s waterworld. Nor can I claim any remote resemblance to the classic Weeki Wachee…

A Failure of Imagination

There is no phrase more uninspired than “I can’t imagine.” Yet this useless utterance makes frequent appearances, especially on Facebook, in response to people undergoing great difficulty. The phrase — also invoked when face to face with someone in dire straits — has the regrettable result of shutting down communication altogether. I’m concerned about the feelings of my friends who have lost loved ones and are…