Today I totally crushed the hills! Nope, didn’t. In fact I avoided them. Of the 7 hills I had planned, I avoided all but 2, and the 2 that I “tackled” barely qualify as hills. There was a lot of “veering off” this morning. But…I didn’t stop. I set a new pace record! Nope, didn’t. […]
Dear Mrs. Stevens by Kim Valzania
Dear Mrs. Stevens, who told me I could write You were old and you were mean and you hardly ever smiled – but you did sometimes Mrs. Stevens, and you told me I could write Your stiffly buttoned Oxford shirts, your mannish, leather Oxford shoes, your giant Oxford dictionary (“just look it up!”) you told me […]
At the Sea, The Child Returns by Kim Valzania
At the whisper, the rolling swish of waves, at the sea, the child returns Hot sand sifting and flip flop prints, the child, she returns Gull, tipped head looks and looks and knows that little child, for she has just returned Laughing, face lifted to the sun, eyes closed but to the sun, the child […]