You’ve come down for the week knowing you will be alone, that almost everyone is gone. And that’s OK you say to yourself, because they will come back next year and because you like the quiet. Everyone always does. Come back. Again and again, year after year. Sometimes for generations…

I exercise at bit in the morning, more like stretch, to ready my body for the day, but more importantly to ready my legs to run. There’s a story a week in the paper about the importance of exercise, how twenty minutes a day can make all the difference, the…

The women’s world cup began two weeks ago, and since then I’ve been held rapt. First, by the simple prospect of watching my favorite game, second by the US Team’s campaign to repeat, and now by this final weekend’s gold and bronze medal games. …

When watching the ReCap show with Tobin Heath and Christen Press. I was particularly struck by the interview they conducted with Jill Ellis, their previous national team coach and winners of the 2015 and 2019 World Cup for the United States. Jill retired after 2019, and the team’s struggled ever…

The book I’m reading on ADHD makes me wonder if I could go a day without my phone/computer/watch given how our brains are wired by the routines and actions we practice. And yet, the more we flit around from one thing to another, constantly distracting ourselves, the more unsettled we…

Years ago, my friend and writer David Gessner said he’s always reading a bunch of books at once, which I couldn’t quite wrap my arms around given the way I tend to read one book at a time. Still, I have since that day pictured Dave sitting in a comfortable…

My hands enter the water with little fanfare, their aim to slip into the ocean quietly, and then reach forward and down to pull my body forward. This takes practice, to get each stroke right, to swim with little effort but for long stretches of time. I’m still learning. The…

I hate weeds. Mary says hate’s a strong word, but maybe it’s okay when directed at the invasion happening to our newly planted sea of micro-clover. “Emerald green,” our neighbor remarks from across what had been an old chain link fence, now clear expanse. The same fence I’d years ago…

“How tall are you?” comes a question I get all the time, but one I ignore in this moment. Instead, I turn and ask my own question. “How many days left?” I say, standing in front of Cambridge Rindge and Latin, a high school only a few blocks from Harvard…