Valentine’s Birthday
I tried to embrace my birthday by liking all heart-decorated things, making these symbolic of myself. I had a belt that was made of heart-shaped links. Things like that.
Hymns and Church and Me
I stopped resenting hymns about the same time I decided in my heart to be a history minor. When I started studying the past, I quickly developed an involuntary joy in feeling connected to that past.
Men, Sports, and Such Things
“Oh, you play fantasy football with your husband? That’s so cute!” It is not cute. It’s competitive and occasionally slightly unhealthy for our marriage.
Kiss the Sky
Skaters face skull-cracking ice and flying metal blades; lugers zoom at 80 miles per hour. Hockey players lose teeth, skiers blow out knees.
Speed Skating in Sochi
The Olympics’ mythic weight translates perfectly into speed skating. Strength and finesse collide at exhilarating speeds, leaving little room for hesitation and even less for error.
Food of Love
“Miss, do you even love your husband anymore?” The truth is, I don’t really care about the lovey-dovey Valentine’s Day. What I do care about is our family tradition.
Solitude
I’m not sure if it’s the grey skies, the bitter cold, or the profound solitude of post-college life, but She has taken residence in my thoughts once more.
Mom-I-Am
Mom-I-Am. Pop-Hopper, Cat-Hatter. Roar!… I’m a dinosaur! Where’s Waldo, and why is he wandering off again? The words resign themselves to be simple for now, brown cow.
Eurydice
“Orpheus! what ruin hath thy frenzy wrought/On me, alas! and thee?/Dark sleep closes my swimming eyes. And now farewell:/with enormous night I am borne away.”
Holy Spirit Slap
I’m sorry to be critical, but would you mind slapping those Christians who bookended her talk, God? Nicely, of course. Like with the power of the Holy Spirit?
