Personal Essay - This is the First Minute of the First Day of the Rest of Your Life
A birthday is returning to the launch site after a year away. We come in dusty, surprised to see ourselves in an old place again. We find our cities, our friends and families. In the parks, the trees with white paint ringing the base of their trunks are candles dipped in frosting. Blowing them out, extinguishing the little lives we claim in the midst of a longer one, we reset ourselves for another round.
Eli is said to be pick for Senate seat
For new coach, a debut in front of the cameras, too
