Excerpts
Lucky
I meant no disrespect to my body.Sleepless, I made my way to the outdoor showerhard rosebuds of insect bites rising. VitaminB, lavender oil, tea tree oil, Benadryl, nothing helped& nothing made me less of a feast to the predawnmosquitoes & fleas. Long ago I held a mesh bagseething w/ ladybugs, my first sense of wealth,all …
Working Girl
I want to be a model or a writer. I am neither of these things. What I am is fifteen and five foot eight, with collarbones deep enough to drink my black coffee out of, a head full of dreams, and a job with Western Australia’s largest and only Sunday newspaper. The job is my …
Federer as Irreligious Experience
In 2006 David Foster Wallace opened his much celebrated New York Times Magazine essay “Federer as Religious Experience” with “Almost anyone who loves tennis and follows the men’s tour on television has, over the last few years, had what might be termed Federer Moments. These are times, as you watch the young Swiss play, when …
High School Yoga
Miss, can you play this song today in yoga class? I’ve been thinking about the story you told us last weekand the question you asked . . . If we are Krishna, Arjuna and everything what does it matter? I couldn’t go to Five Points for the quinceañera not that she was a close friend …
A Body of Athletics: An Introduction to the Possibilities of Sport
Before every basketball game, from rec league to high school, my mother told me, Knock ‘em dead. She never said, Good luck. * When Prairie Schooner asked me to solicit twenty to forty pages of writing for a “sports themed” issue, I was in a castle in Umbria, Italy, reading Pedro Salinas, writing poems and …
Dennis
Death has always had a prominent place in my mind. . . . I’ve come close at least fifty times.Dennis Rodman All we want is to never die, but God loves mostthe man who offers what he cherishes. In ‘93 they found you asleep in your carwith a loaded rifle in your lap. You said …
Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman’s Daughter Got Her Period on TV
and thought she was dying. I was in Algebra–-my period an axiomnot on cable–-shamed by the red flame on rags betweenmy legs. I got mine the week before baseball tryouts,thought I was sick with dark slick shit, not eggs. Dr. Quinn on TV and me, shamed by the red-ragged flame. Betweenmy math-mad, baseball-coaching dad asking, …
Boxing Out
I never had hops, so I got on at Bertha Ross Park the same wayI kept my spot on the middle school squad: immaculatelyfree-throwing with follow through, flicked wrist left hanging for the imaginary game winner when winner meant fly girlfriendinstead of sulking solo in the gym corner like I was backat the Spring Formal …
last summer of innocence
there was Noella who knew I was sweetbut cared enough to bother with me that summer when nobody diedexcept for boys from other schools but not us, for which our motherslifted his holy name & even let us skip some Sundays to go to the parkor be where we had no business being talking to …