“My feelings for elected officials are a lot like my feelings in suitors. Frustrated, disappointed, unrealistic, but often excited & hopeful.” – Me. One time. On Twitter.
I came to Boston as an 18yr old who thought she knew everything.
Like most college bound students. But on that September day in 1998, as my parents drove away in their Subaru, I stood in my dorm room on Hemenway Street and I had never felt more scared. Because I didn’t know everything. And who would teach me now?
Last night as I stood on my pretty great wood floors in my pretty great Cambridge apartment that I share with a pretty great woman, I started to prepare myself dinner. And then I thought about what a privilege that was. To have the time. To have the means. To not have to consult with anyone about whether or not they wanted mushroom black bean quesadillas. To not have to make enough for two. Or three. Or four. Or to make enough for two (or three or four) and then get to eat it all myself. And that I could eat it while laying on the couch while watching Breaking Bad (yes I still haven’t finished Season 5) wearing leggings, some
weird Jim Beam socks, and a tank top.
as he led her through the bar. It was a gentle touch of hand to her upper back, but the gesture was enough to signal to the crowd, to me, that he was protecting her, that they shared a history, and possibly a future. I noticed him, her, the touch. He did not notice me. Continue reading
I recently saw an article about the Sex and the City shows and what had become of the series and its legacy. And this quote really hit me: “What if it were the story of a woman who lost herself in her thirties, who was changed by a poisonous, powerful love affair, and who emerged, finally, surrounded by her friends?.” And it had me thinking about what the show had meant for me in my life. Ya know, just like every other single gal living in a city has wondered. So add me to the list. Continue reading
On October 13th, I am running the Boston Half Marathon with Dana Farber and Team Ari.
In 2011, I ran the New York City Marathon for Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center and this year I’m running a little closer to home with the Boston Athletic Association’s Half Marathon for Dana Farber. Because the fight is long from over against cancer and its evils. I run in memory of my gram, and in honor of my mom, my aunt, and countless other family members and friends who have battled cancer with strength and courage.
I am also running this race because I love this city.
And for the first time, I am running with a team and I could not be prouder to be on Team Ari.
Ari is the son of Matt & JulieSue. He is a 2 and 1/2 year old with big blue eyes, pudgy round cheeks, and a huge gleaming smile. He loves to sing, jump, and play the imaginary guitar. He is obsessed with all kinds of trucks. His favorite foods are edamame, broccoli, avocado…and gummy worms. He is hilarious and fun-loving, intelligent and vivacious.
Ari Goldwasser has been fighting (and beating!) T-Cell Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia since June 2012. His treatment protocol is 26 long months of chemo and radiation. Ari is a resilient young boy who will beat this cancer of the white blood cells, and he will live a long and healthy life.
The Goldwassers are 100% convinced that he is alive today, and has the best odds of winning this battle because of the doctors and researchers at the Dana Farber Cancer Institute. The protocols for Ari’s type of Leukemia were developed at the DFCI and are used all over the world. Ari’s head doctor, Lewis Silverman, is at the forefront of pediatric research and advances in pediatric Leukemia medication and survival rates.
Pediatric oncology is one of the most underfunded cancer subsets and the Team Ari funds will be designated to this cause. We are so thankful for your generosity so that Ari and other little kids like him will have the best chance for survival.
Please support me in my efforts to raise vital funds. Every donation will be matched 100%!
Thank you for supporting Dana-Farber & the Jimmy Fund. Your contribution is greatly appreciated.
When I was little I would play cards with my Gram for hours. We once played a game of Crazy Eights that lasted three hours because neither one of us would admit defeat. She taught me a love of games. With that, I think, came a bit of a love of winning. Because she taught me not to give up. Continue reading