The drama was what happened not long after we finished our run, so it’s more of a classic tale of a white person having to insert herself into the narrative.
I will admit to being jealous of her fully-formed poops when I took her out for potty breaks.
I used to believe all the nonsense I was told about even playing fields and Davids beating Goliaths.
He stopped a few feet to my right and I heard a low growl.
Joey wasn't the only musical dog--we saw a Haggard and I'm sure we missed a Dylan. There's always a Dylan.
It’s a reminder that physical age is not a reflection on maturity. The senior citizens I grew up around experienced the Great Depression, shared wisdom willingly, or were fabulous storytellers.
A thousand cinnamon roll and steel bikini jokes later, my Princess was gone.
Joey had to stay in the van, as there were chickens running around everywhere and as educational as it would have been, the children there may not be ready to see where nuggets come from.
I didn't bother to voice my opinion that Joey is part cat and would always land on her feet.
Are we the spoiled brats of democracy? Is this where the experiment fails? Is this my Tyler Durden moment?
As she took her last breath, I collapsed on her body and wailed. I have never heard sounds like that come out of my body. It was the most raw, uncontrollable emotional reaction of my life.
I like to think that for every obnoxious fool, there are thousands of us living more quiet, happy lives that have a sense of purpose.
“You train for endurance,” he responded, “you don’t train for speed.”
He’s just so genuinely happy to see you and makes you feel important you forgive him for humping your leg.
Mile Three: A ginger held open the door to the porta-john for me. They do have souls.
I thought I was well into Act Two, but I am realizing it’s just starting.
I could be emotionally completely in the process, but physically know when to walk away because the piece was finished.
My jog is someone's run and my run is someone's walk. And that's okay.
We are all just messes of insecurity and anxiety.
I could only assume it was the mother by the intensity with which it cried.