All posts by Genie Jennings

Genie Jennings

About Genie Jennings

My identity was stolen. We define ourselves by what we do, and on the worst day of my life, I lost everything. In October 1986, the meningioma that was growing within my spinal column was finally diagnosed and removed. Before that, despite the movements that were increasingly disappearing from my repertoire, I had been a gym rat. Earlier in life, I had worked as a physical therapy aide, so I knew a lot about exercise and recovery.  I could not wait for Monday when my own pt would start.

Becoming genie. Irish need not apply.

Saint Patrick may have driven the snakes out of Ireland, but the potato famine drove out my family. Along with thousands of other starving people, they were lucky to somehow find a way to emigrate to America. Where, like almost every large wave of immigrants, they were not welcomed. The lower working classes always oppose newcomers […]

Becoming genie. Out of My Zone.

I left Maine a little after 5am, yesterday, walking across a few inches of snow in about 18 degrees F. At 230pm I was outside the terminal in San Diego shedding layer upon layer in the 75 degree sunshine. I had been up long past midnight attempting to complete as many last-minute tasks as possible […]