I’m back. I should have sent a postcard from where I’ve been, but no single image could capture that long, strange trip. Besides, I may have sent you postcards from the first time I was there, in person. I’ve been (re)treading in some pretty dangerous waters lately while on the final homestretch of my manuscript about an American swimmer who became…
What I Was Going to Tell You
I was going to tell you that I took my blood pressure yesterday and the results were better than they had been in six years: 123/83. The systolic reading (the first number) is 30 points lower than it was in March 2015. I was going to tell you that I have also lost 30 pounds…
In His Own Time
Another summer swim team season is in the books. It was jam-packed with my son’s dual meets and training sessions, with one or the other taking up every single weekday evening since early June. Although I occasionally felt harangued by the scheduling, I mostly felt glad to be busy during what still is my witching hour — the timeframe in which I (prior…
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