by Andrea Crowley-Hughes “And we’ll one day tell our story Of how we made something of ourselves now” – Lucius, “Two of Us on the Run” This won’t be a how-to guide for running with proper form or getting yourself race-ready. For those worthy goals, I’d direct you to Runner’s World or Couch to 5K instead of this personal recollection. I’m no expert, just an amateur runner, a devotee of the stillness that pours in when my feet are pounding…
by Andrea Crowley-Hughes
by Andrea Crowley-Hughes I saw “Lady Bird” on New Year’s Day, and left the theater with the giddiness of having just seen something that felt like it was specifically made, with love, for me. I loved everything about it – from Lady Bird’s (Saoirse Ronan’s) firm handshakes, biting comebacks and fierce, if awkwardly claimed, individuality, to her monther’s (Laurie Metcalf’s) careworn voice and the way her best friend (Beanie Feldstein) seemed uncannily like girls I had actually known in high…
by Andrea Crowley-Hughes The day I went to get my MacBook, the commuter train that connects Newark, New Jersey to lower Manhattan was packed and slow. Although it was only the beginning of spring, I remember the overwhelming heat, exhaustion and lightheadedness that caused me to crouch on the floor when no seats were available. A woman who looked to be in her late 20s or 30s—about my age—was being helped by paramedics when we got to 14th Street because…