Jone Brunelle

We met at the parking garage downtown. I had been drinking water and lemon/lime gatorade all morning, but had scared myself so much in the past few weeks reading negative experiences that it really didn’t matter how prepared I thought I was. I wanted to try Bikram yoga at least once in my (hopefully not shortened) lifetime, and I had found a friend to go with me. Bikram yoga lasts an hour and a half and is practiced in a 105-degree room. It consists of 26 poses, each done twice. It is not…

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I woke up this morning around seven and took the bus to the convocation center here at James Madison University. All three of my classes had been canceled for the event, but other students weren't as lucky. Bonnie and I joined the line, sitting on a purple blanket that served as a very thin barrier between ourselves and the frigid sidewalk--today was one of the coldest, windiest days we've had so far this season, and I spent it balled up in my coat waiting to hear Obama speak. Well worth it!… Continue

This morning I watched the world piece together while walking from the parking garage to the office. Lisa passed me in her red SUV, simultaneously waving and looking for a space. I imagined us walking to work together and chatting, like we were equals, like we were the same age and had applied for these jobs together. I looked down to the street and saw the two bankers who process my work's deposits daily, one a mousy pale girl with long bleached hair, the other a tall, tan-skinned woman I… Continue