• Dramatic Nonsense,  Just Jana,  Writer

    Emergency on the Race Course

    It was about mile 6 when I really had to go. The thought of stopping my clock and going into a port-a-potty on the side of Highland Avenue wasn’t my idea of a good time, but you know what they say? When you gotta go, you gotta go. And really, I HAD TO GO! Easy enough, huh? I walked right in, there was no line like at miles 2 and 4. Did my thing. Used the hand sanitizer. Opened the door. Opened the door. Opened the… OH MY GOD, THE DOOR WON’T OPEN! OH MY GOD, WHAT HAPPENED? OH MY GOD, THE LATCH ON THE OUTSIDE IS LOCKED. WHOOOOOO LOCKED…

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    Thoughts From the 9/11 Memorial

    This post has been in the works for nearly two weeks now. In the same way J and I were left speechless when we were there, I’m left speechless looking at the images. A little back story, though. J was only 3 when the 9/11 attacks happened. She knows very little about any of it. That’s why I felt it was very important to take her to see the sacred space, one that is silent and almost still in a city of hustle and bustle. We talked a lot both days about the tragedy. When we were walking in Midtown, we tried to imagine the streets being filled with people…