Swimming and writing
Sometimes when I slow down, when it’s a day when I’m not running ridiculously long trail miles, I feel sad. Not just sad but a bone-crushing grief that causes my stomach to ache and my chest to tighten...
View ArticleThat scary void
It was dark, and there was no sound, no smell. When I opened my eyes all I could see were silver bubbles escaping from my mouth. It was about 9 p.m. and I was swimming across DeLong Lake on a windy...
View ArticleBook review: Swimming lessons by Clare Fuller
Swimming Lessons, by Clare Fuller, Tin House Books, 354 pages You know how sometimes you find a book that clicks with you so that you have no choice but to suspend your life in order to cozy down with...
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