This weekend my league is holding try-outs for subpool, the tiny team of no-longer-rookies who practice with the team skaters and sub on bouts in hopes of getting drafted to a team. It only happens about twice a year. It’s the first time there have been try-outs since I came back to derby last winter.
I didn’t sign up. Continue reading
So, I’m thirty. Today.
“Drew Barrymore just turned thirty,” stee says from across the breakfast table. He’s got that tone — hesitantly trying to cheer me up.
That’s how many people have approached me over the past week. “Soo…” they start. “Someone has a birthday…?”
Like they expect me to stop them in the middle of their sentence. “Birthdays are cancelled!” Continue reading