Blog Posts
For the first time in my life, I am not in obvious proximity to a body of water. I feel marooned.
Two landmark experiences during my pregnancy last year – swimming in the YMCA pool and hiking in New York’s Adirondack region – taught me that my son is a being separate from me and will be for the rest of his life. I wrote about it, and the wonderfully specific journal Sport Literate published my essay “Flip Turns” this winter.
I took a break from most things this week to spend time reading the surface, waves, and moods of Lake Huron.
The best thing I read this week: two beautifully contrasting pieces in The Believer, summer 2021 issue