I heard it before I saw it, a jingling of bells like the soundtrack to a corny Christmas movie. Then out of the mist rolled a small carriage, round and bright as a converted pumpkin. Florescent ... [+]
Karen Fayeth was born with the eye of a writer and the heart of a story-teller. She lives in the Bay Area, and can be found online at karenfayeth.com "Swim, Swam, Swan" was selected as a finalist in BART Lines contest, 2022.
I stand by my front door with car keys in hand, flip-flops on my feet, panic in my heart."Let me get this right: I am going to take this gigantic menopausal body," I wave my hand like a Price is Right model to denote ALL of this jelly, "and I am going to strip down to a swimsuit, in front of strangers, and I am going to get into a swimming pool?""That does seem to be your plan, yes," says my husband with his signature combination of bemusement and inscrutability."I see. Well. Here I go."I haven't been to a public swimming pool for at least twenty years. Maybe more. On this day, I'm headed to w