me: the options are a cortisone shot or for the doctor to go in and remove the chip. i refuse to have more surgery. refuse! so, the shot’s my only option at this point. could you tell me about your experience?

him: cortisone shot, huh? i’ve had worse pain and it made my knees 80% better by the next day. i can feel it wearing off, sure, but i walked all the way around the neighborhood yesterday. it was definitely worth it. people say it’s up there on the pain scale, but for me, it was like a 6.

me: is it the needle or the fluid going in that’s the bad part?

him: the fluid and well, also the needle, but remember with my knees, the needle is a lot longer than what would be used on your toe.

me: i still can’t believe i re-injured myself. UGH. i’m so stupid. this is so so frustrating. sooooo frustrating.

him: you have to forgive yourself.

last night i ran for 15 minutes. slowly. painfully. it was the longest/furthest i’d gone since my foot surgery six months ago. each step radiated needles and concrete and bright pain through my toe across the ball of my foot down through the arch and up to my knee, but, each step was one closer to forgiveness.


morning glory

maybe it’s the street lights blazing outside my window all night every night. maybe it’s mother nature. maybe it’s just this time of year. whatever it is, i’m tired of light pouring in all night only to wake up to a dark morning.

getting out of bed is as easy as crawling out of cement.

jealousy is the sibling of low self esteem and together they’re a terrible monster living under the bed.

i bought an umbrella from CVS. it has a “lifetime guarantee.” i’m pretty sure they define lifetime as a simple drizzle on a non-windy day. death occurs when wind reaches 4mph and/or raindrops have a diameter of more than 1/2″ and/or it’s used on more than one occasion.


o man

i spent all saturday with my friends’ son (and my friends too). we looked at pumpkins and apples and llamas and we read and we rolled around in the grass and i hung him upside down and he chased me and we played soccer and we laughed and giggled and laughed and laughed. he asked “why?” i said “because it’s nap time because the sun says yes because i can because you can because i searched for animals because she’s your sister because you’re a big boy because my arms are tired because that’s what my grandpa taught me because you win because your mom asked you too because don’t move because you’ll get sand everywhere because you’re silly because i’m wearing boots because i said cheese because i’m tired because you’re making me laugh because i don’t know where that is because we shouldn’t tell your mom or dad because i live too far away from my nieces and nephews so i’m adopting you as my local nephew.”

i gave him some cider donut and red velvet cupcake. (i told his parents.) he tucked his hand in mine. i fell in love with him all over again.



6 word stories

our homework this week is to write a 6 word story. an autobiography, if you will. our inspiration was this story by ernest hemingway…

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

and so without further ado, here are my submissions.

Born prematurely. Still arriving places early.

Greenville. Phoenix. Flemington. Harrisonburg. Somerville. Cambridge.

Long distance family. Large phone bill.

what’s your 6 word story?