The Gift of Laundry
It used to be one or two loads a week. No big deal. I was the only one who relied on it. Affected by it. Then I got married. And my laundry-load doubled. I felt it. I felt the difference between one person’s clothes and two. I remember standing in the kitchen—a...
The Mile Before the Race
I remember circling the track… before the race even began. We’d done our warm-up exercises and were taking a little jog. Or so I thought. “Why are we running a mile before the race even starts?” I panted at my dear friend. A friend who got this non-runner running this...


