7 Principles of Bending, #3

7 Principles of Bending, #3

Floating moves you farther ahead than flailing. Flailing is seldom a graceful sight. Arms wildly flapping. Maybe a bit of shrieking. I’ve been there. Think person freaked by a tarantula or boa constrictor (yep, I’ve been surprised by both creatures in the wild). Or...
Dick, Jane, Spot, and Mrs. Gottula

Dick, Jane, Spot, and Mrs. Gottula

What I Learned in Kindergarten, I’m Still Learning I adored Dick, Jane, and Spot. See Spot run! Sorry, Sally, you were “just a baby,” and it’s been 50 years…or so… since I’ve read those charming primary books. In the mid-60s, I knew nothing about phonetic analysis and...
What I’ve Learned from Prostitutes

What I’ve Learned from Prostitutes

Mariel* led me along the dank back alley to her family’s home—a maze of carefully placed cardboard boxes secured with chicken wire. Really? Seriously? I stooped to almost a crawl to wedge inside the tunnel that led to a “two-story” living area. Marissa, a Filipino...

Tired Out?

I can still hear that HISS-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S from my back tire. Rats! At least I discovered the deflating tire in my garage and not along some back-road adventure. There’s always a silver lining, right? Fortunately, I have AAA and my automotive place specializes in...
A Cure for the Grrrrrrrr-umbles

A Cure for the Grrrrrrrr-umbles

I found myself cursing the chilling air early this morning while walking my dog. Grrrrrrrrr . . . I mumbled, feeling the brisk air assault my exposed face. Sweatshirt, heavier jacket, ear band, mittens—I was layered up against the crisp weather, but not prepared for...