“I’m ready to try again.” Claire said.

In the old gym, value revealed itself in nontraditional ways.

Obviously this is not everyone’s experience during a marathon

“Give me his number,” my aunt said, pulling on her weightlifting gloves.

If you grew up here, an old man, maybe your uncle, would inform you many times that the sand in Ocean City was not real sand, but synthetic sand made in a factory.

Gangpile on my belly.

Before that glorious year, I was relegated to the “husky” section, which is clothing not for dogs but overweight children.

"There are no actual pages. They are hollow. They are just for show. I think how perfect that is, how much of the literary world is just for show. Hollow. Superficial. More often than not it doesn’t matter the words inside, only the name on the book, the book as an object, the author as object. Author as persona. Author as capitalistic commodity. Minor celebrity. A name to drop at a New York City party."

Bruce took one golf lesson at the local country club and rushed home to teach us what he knew: line your toes up in the direction you want to shoot, do not step as you swing like you do in baseball,

A glassy-looking eye staring out too from Mr A’s head. Had he been a victim somewhere along the line?

I just told you about the time I met Burt Reynolds.

There was a week when my grandma was gone, I had the whole place to myself, was drinking the regular Coca Cola classic and the half sized baby Coca Cola and brought the Abercrombie pictures out in the open on the second floor. I meditated.

I tried to remember something my dad told me about Luis Aparicio after Ozzie Guillen made an error in a game in 1991.

The Marathon was born out of a legend about a fifth-century Greek messenger named Philippides who ran 26.2 miles without stopping to deliver a message that the Greeks had defeated the Persians in battle.

I can’t remember the last time I tried to play tennis or any sport but I can tell you all the winners from this week’s tournament

I wasn't surprised that he told me he used to skate, everyone did, but it felt like I did take a bump when he told me I must be my father's son.