This series, Three Peaks and a Valley refers to three positive moments and one negative moment that happens during a twenty-four hour period of my life. When I’m feeling down, my mom tells me to remember one positive and one negative thing about the experience: a peak and a valley.
Three Peaks and a Valley aims to outweigh the negative with the positive.
Three Peaks and a Valley is a regular miniseries that, by sharing my own moments of joy and vulnerability I hope that you’ll think about your own.
PEAK: I’m in New York City! I have a gorgeous hotel room, a killer salad in my belly (the vegan places here are great) and I spent two hours watching an impromptu baseball game in Central Park. You know, I landed a job writing baseball stories once. I don’t know how I pulled that off because I had been to about two whole baseball games in my life and hadn’t paid attention to a damn thing. I always laugh when I think about it. I remember writing baseball stories with a morning deadline and at 3 a.m. I’d be in a ball of tears googling, “How do you write about baseball?” I don’t even like baseball. I did enjoy watching the Central Park game though.
PEAK: I made a friend. She’s a dog walker named Tiana who heard me lose my mind when I saw her herd of cute dogs. She no sooner said, “Do you want to say hi?” when I was on the ground engulfed by dogs.
PEAK: I bought a new dress at TJMaxx. I know, I come all the way here just to be back at TJMaxx. It’s a very nice dress though. It’s blue linen with stripes. I feel like I need a big white sunhat and a breezy attitude to wear it with.
PEAK (bonus round): We were walking over a bridge in Central Park and my ma saw a shiny thing stuck in a crack. Of course, she grabs a stick and starts digging at it. Alexa and I immediately say, “Absolutely not,” and leave before we’re publicly shamed. She really was like a chimpanzee poking at an anthill with a stick. After some time she pulls out this filthy “silver” ring with its brass metal showing through. My ma has been wearing it around all day at this point although her finger is turning green. I don’t know, it made me laugh.
VALLEY: Carrying my heavy-ass backpack around in the boiling hot sun was HELL before I was able to drop it off at the hotel. I have a wicked sunburn on the back of my neck that cuts off at backpack level. The abundance of benches was a welcome relief. At a certain point, my ma started taking pictures of all the benches I sat down on. Might make a photo story about that, who knows.
???: I don’t know if this is a peak or a valley or what but there’s an awful lot of stark naked people walking around NYC. I’ve seen three naked people: a woman near Times Square, a sunbather at Central Park and a man by Penn Station. My goodness.
Update: Six naked people. Six.
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