Know Thyself

kelly corrigan
6 min readJul 22, 2021

If I were a dog, I’d be the kind that’s easier to shave down than to groom. I wear the same clothes all week and often get past noon before I put on a bra or look in a mirror. I am a woman who, in a pinch, goes to the party with earrings that nearly match, betting no one will notice. I color my own hair even though, fairly frequently, the girls discover fist-sized gray sections in the back I can’t see or reach. I never change filters or replace toothbrushes or stretch. My wanton disregard for maintenance of all types is what Edward was referring to when he “joked” that it was “on-brand” for me to proudly drive Big Blue.

Big Blue came into my life a few months before Claire did. Seven months pregnant with a second kid, it was time to upsize. We traded our VW Bug for a Honda Pilot. She was a beaut, Big Blue, until she wasn’t, until every crevice held the detritus of early childhood: Cheerios and rice cakes, bubble gum and boogers, Ziploc baggies, hair ties, granola bar wrappers, pointless pencils. Also, because I often force it on the girls while I drive, lightly used dental floss.

Edward stopped driving her and, after three or four years, launched a campaign to replace her, “while we can still get a decent trade in value.” Short of disaster, my goal was to take Blue 150,000 miles. “Ten years, Eddy. That’s my dream.” Shortly after this conversation, Blue’s body was deflowered in an underground…

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kelly corrigan

New York Times bestselling author, host of new podcast: Kelly Corrigan Wonders and PBS show: Tell Me More with Kelly Corrigan