For those wondering where I have been this year, and for those whose hearts have also been stolen by the wonder of the natural world.
Tag: personal essay
Unhappy Woman
I have what people call “child-bearing hips.” I guess that means they’re wide or something. I first heard the term when I was playing softball my junior year. Our coach, the one who had a filed record of staring at girls the wrong way, said something as our lead pitcher threw a strike during practice, […]
