Archive For February 25, 2024
“The night before I woke up, I had a nightmare that I didn’t finish the race…Just all the stress of this race, I don’t think I went to the well as much as I did in Chicago or Boston, as far as during the race. I was so nervous that I was going to mess…
When you’re happy, you enjoy the music but when you’re sad, you understand the lyrics. – Frank Ocean Hank didn’t kill himself. Depression killed my grandson. Hank was eighteen. 18. Suicide is the third leading cause of death among people ages 15-24. Hank loved math, it made sense to him. Me, not so much. But 19% seems…
…Somebody “pulled the Negro out of the car by his belt.” The drivers “hit him several times with their fists and knocked him to the ground.” One of the drivers pulled out a knife. “Before you kill him,” he said, “I want to put the same scars on him that he put on Brown.” Said…
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never recover. – Hank Elisa Leonelli (1981) Q. You’ve been drinking constantly, California Burgundy and beer, ever since we got here, and in your books, like in your life, you drink all the time. Why all this drinking? A. Oh, drinking! Listen, I’ve been…
I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness…
One Christmas, 1995 maybe, I returned from Honolulu to find the puppy dead. Worst dog sitter ever. Salmonella happens. Same time I was offered a teaching gig at a prestigious writing retreat. No surprise, nobody signed up. Work so hard to remain unknown, can’t be shocked if you don’t cultivate a celebrity…
The Olympic Trials are the most beautiful heart pumping heart breaking race. 6 peoples’ dreams come true. Everyone else: Proud, defeated, motivated, hungry, questioning. And so WE LINE UP again. Keep paying attention to our sport, all years, all races, tons of stories. It’s good! – Stephanie Bruce Some men in their old age look…
People hurried past, the others of the street, endless anonymous, twenty-one lives per second, race-walking in their faces and pigments, sprays of fleetest being. – Don DeLillo From Santee “Race Walk Capital of the USA” to Antalya and Paris by Foot! Welcome to the 2024 USATF National Marathon Race Walk Mixed Relay Championships & Santee…
My first Groundhog’s Day, February 2, 1947, I was forty days old in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. 301 Foundry Street. The less grand side of town. Big old Victorian owned by salt of the earth grandparents. Now a parking lot for a community college. Not many years later my uncle took me out hunting for the meteorological…