I was taught to pursue my dreams, but I wasn’t told that every woman must weather something like gravitational resistance if she is to make what she wishes out of her one life.
When I was a kid, the Boston Marathon was more important than Christmas. In my pagan pantheon, the legendary marathon — with its parade of sneaker-clad superheroes — trumped Halloween and the Fourth of July combined
She was my student, I her teacher. But as life wheeled around, so, too, the swing of our friendship — until she became my very own fairy godmother.