I mean it. It's something I tell myself every year. This is going to be the year that I pay attention to the MLB. I'm going to invest time in watching games on TV. I'm going to know my team's lineup like the back of my hand. I'm going to memorize stats and patterns and dig into the … Continue reading I’m going to care about baseball this season.
The first house I ever lived in was a blue, two-story home on a cul-de-sac in Colorado Springs. Everything about that place is gigantic in my memory. The staircase from which I used to wave goodbye to my dad when he left for work stretched for miles. The backyard I sled down in the winter … Continue reading A Child’s Sense of Reality
I crashed on a bike today. Really crashed. Head-first over the handlebars, DNA on the pavement crashed. I borrowed my friend’s fixed-gear to run a quick errand this afternoon. I live in Washington, DC, and my route took me along the Reflecting Pool in front of the Lincoln Memorial. It’s a holiday weekend, so the … Continue reading Bike Crash