Sometimes I'm happy when he's gone, but I'm always happy when he returns. -Clare

Sometimes I'm happy when he's gone, but I'm always happy when he returns. -Clare

...and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him - Clare

He looks sad. Or maybe that's just how he looks when he isn't doing something else with his face.

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.

That’s the thing about living vicariously; it’s so much faster than actual living. In a few minutes we’ll be worrying about names for the children.

Everything seems simple until you think about it.