So this morning, for the first time in 1 1/2 years, I returned to my local basketball court to play Saturday pickup. I didn’t know what to expect. Truly, I didn’t. My last game was played in February 2020—a long stretch for a normal body, a loooooooong stretch for a
I share no political beliefs with Wyoming’s Liz Cheney. I share no political beliefs with Ohio’s Anthony Gonzalez. They are conservative Republicans who believe things I don’t. Who stand for things I don’t. Who support things I don’t. But sometimes, life is bigger than singular issues. Sometimes, it’s about righteousness.
So last night—for no particularly good reason—the son and I watched “Flashdance,” the 1983 cinematic hit that grossed more than $200 million worldwide (keep in mind, this was nearly 40 years ago—that total is enormous) and had every American woman (and some men) craving black legwarmers and an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt.
So a week ago I wrote about arriving in Atlanta, proceeding to the Thrifty counter and the attendant telling me, “Sorry—we have no cars.” When I told him, no, I have a rental—he pretty much repeated what he’d just uttered. “No cars.” It was midnight-ish. I was stranded. I needed
So earlier today I was walking through downtown Bessemer, Alabama—a once-thriving mini-metropolis trying to work its way back after far too many years of neglect and economic downtown. My eyes were drawn to an abandoned movie theatre, and as I stared at it a man in a red hat said,
I’ve traveled a lot in my life. For work. For pleasure. For parties. For funerals. I did the whole backpack-thru-Europe thing. I took three planes to Yellowknife, Canada, where the temperature was negative 40. I’ve had terrifying flights and tranquil flights. I’ve never had a night like tonight. As I
Sitting in the airport, waiting for a flight, having an internal debate that’s now external: Should I be mad? I have my mask on. Most everyone has a mask on. These two people don’t have their masks on. They’re sitting across from me, laughing, chatting, giggling, pointing. They’re not eating—the