It is October 11th 2009. It is the day of the Chicago Marathon, light rain and a gray sky. My marriage will shatter in less than 3 months but I don’t know that as I leave work early to take the El to Second City for orientation in my level A improv class. The class I have forgotten to take since I moved to Chicago in 1988.
I step off the El at Sedgewick and am moved and invigorated by the runners. The physical commitment and drive to push themselves for this day is huge and foreign to me. My world has been very small for a few years, work, errands and insomnia consuming most waking hours. I am a worrier and a low stakes perfectionist so I have mapped the route at home and made sure to leave plenty of room for error.
Mark W. Anderson, my husband of eight years has been antsy to leave Continue reading “Dread”