Maggie was my yoga teacher the summer I was sickest. Young and healthy, kind without being showy about it, she is a memorable character from that time of trying to hold together what was falling apart. I’d already stopped running because illness had made me too frail. The constant pain and pressure in my intestinesContinue reading >>
The latest dust-up in this distressing election cycle has been Donald Trump’s fat shaming of a former Miss Universe, Alicia Machado. His comments and attitude are disgusting and demeaning: even if you argue that the “job” of a beauty queen is to stay beautiful, there is no evidence she has ever been anything but. TrumpContinue reading >>
When I was a kid I did gymnastics for many years. As with most of my athletic endeavors, I wasn’t very good and I never got much better. I was young enough not to care, my parents were wise enough not to care, and I really liked flopping around on the trampoline. When I startedContinue reading >>
One morning at the hospital my surgeon came in with her trail of surgical fellows for morning rounds. I raised the bed and turned on the light and tried to look awake as they poked at me, asked me questions, and repacked my wound. As one of the fellows pushed tissue into the tiny holeContinue reading >>
One of my first yoga classes since months of medically mandated inactivity, and everything hurt immediately. Even in child’s pose my stiff legs ached, in plank my deconditioned core collapsed. What if the aches are arthritis? I thought, and from there it was off to the races. What if I can’t get back into shape?Continue reading >>
