Ash Wednesday, and spring, snuck up on me. My kneejerk reaction? "I should give something up for Lent." Not that I'm practicing Catholicism, the religion in which I was raised. But I still practice learned guilt and shame. Whether motivated by a lingering sense of obligation or spirituality, I am drawn to the challenge of …
I took an informal survey on Twitter: #Runners: Did your middle or high school coach talk to you about puberty? #amwriting #ondeadline #haro — Elizabeth W. Carey (@elizabethwcarey) August 29, 2018 The overwhelming response? No. Given the silence around puberty and the taboo of periods, this isn't surprising. But it's not helpful. That's why I …
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My first shoes for running came from G.I. Joe's, a sporting goods store in Oregon. They were Nike cross-training shoes and likely contributed to painful shin splints when I started running high school track. They didn't last long. (Especially after I visited a running specialty store to be properly fitted.) But I still remember slowly …
There's something about a deadline. In 2010, one inspired me to finish a piece I titled "The Waiting Room." I entered it in Upstate Medical University's contest and, surprisingly, won the Bruce Dearing Writing Award. Originally published in The Healing Muse, "The Waiting Room" is a personal essay about my dad dying. I've included it below, …
Nine years ago, I heard you stop breathing.
