I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

I guess no matter what your family is like, you're not surprised.

My reflection in the mirror shows me pink and puffy. I thought pregnant women were to supposed to glow. I am not glowing.

Everything seems simple until you think about it.

I feel that I an everything to her.

Running is many things to me: survival, calmness, euphoria, solitude. It is proof of my corporeal existence, my ability to control my movement through space if not time, and the obedience, however temporary, of my body to my will. As I run I displace air, and things come and go around me, and the path moves like a filmstrip beneath my feet.

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.