Fighter Jets and Heart Attacks

When the world feels out of order, I scan the refrigerator, select a recipe, and settle in with “My Favorite Murder” or some tunes, and cook. At this moment, I am writing. Writing is another way I work through intense feelings. In the past, I’d run things out over some hard miles but my body… Continue reading Fighter Jets and Heart Attacks

The Flower Cap Cult

Like any self-respecting cult, ours has a charismatic leader. Our matching flower caps were her idea. We’re a loud bunch, anonymous in the dark. Because that’s when we dip into Austin’s Barton Springs pool. Before the sun rises, while the moon still watches; before dedicated swimmers knock out pre-work laps; before entrance fees are collected;… Continue reading The Flower Cap Cult