I cried out and pulled my knee to my chest, hopping to the nearest spot on the wall where I could easily lean without knocking anything over. I turned my bare foot over between my hands and squinted at the sole, twisting oddly to catch the light. There, buried in…
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Awakening the Root
I dedicate this entry to my husband, the best man I've ever known. Happy 5th Anniversary, Mr. Jonathan Peter Camp! Five years ago, I stole down the curving staircase in my parents' home, an undulating cloud of white train and veil in my wake. My hands met Jonathan's first, anxious…
Evaluation
Drops of perspiration trembled along my jawline, clustering defensively in the face of gravity, and then splashed onto my bare, pumping thighs. We have a 'new' exercise bike, gifted to us by a friend who has acquired truly new exercise equipment and needed the space. The bike sits in our…
An Anniversary
Exactly four years ago, Jonathan and I were wrapping up our eighth month of marriage. We were newlyweds. Our kitchen appliances still had that just-unwrapped, straight-from-the-registry shine. Without enough furniture to fill our three-bedroom rental house, we could do occasional cartwheels in the hallways, sommersaults in the living room. Once,…
Grow Old Along With Me - Happy Birthday, Jonathan Peter Camp!
My Jonathan turns 30 today. I have thought of a thousand gooey, sticky, lovey-dovey things I could write here, but he's 30 now. He's entered a new era of his life. While I can (and will) continue to be his silly, sugar-sweet "wifey" at home, in public and in print…
Trip 25
One May day in 2003, my then boyfriend Jonathan Camp suggested a spontaneous trip to Disneyland on a Friday morning. According to him, I had only to say, "Yes!" and then pack a small bag before our drive down. I informed my parents (much to their initial chagrin... after all,…
Look at this stuff. Isn't it neat?
Last week, I found myself musing among boxes. Some gaped open, begging for sustenance like baby birds. Others I had already closed and taped shut, firmly shut, three or four strips of tape apiece. As I sorted through the immense and innumerable piles and drawers and baskets and shelves of…
Adding Running to My Repertoire
On Saturday, Jonathan and I woke early and ran 8 miles. Yes, you heard me correctly. We dragged ourselves out of bed at six in the morning on a Saturday, walked to PW Market for a Power Bar and a banana, waited an hour for the sake of digestion, and…