Monthly Archives: March 2011

Center

If I walk with my center forward, I look bigger. Try it. Stand up, and walk with your center forward — imagine someone reeling you forward by your belly button. You open at your chest. You square your shoulders and your hips. The whole of … Read more

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Please don’t take me on vacation.

We road tripped everywhere when I was a kid. Seriously. Everywhere. I think I saw every castle in Western Europe. There are like seven billion castles. Plymouth Rock. Gettysburg. The house where Laura Ingalls Wilder lived. Carlsbad Caverns. Stonehenge. Salt mines. The house where Jane … Read more

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Awk.Ward.

Years ago, I stood behind this old dude at the refreshment table after the church service. I had a little plate of reasonably fresh cookies and was waiting for access to the juice.

“You want any, honey?” he asked.

I was eight. “No, sir. I … Read more

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Touch

A bubble is a boundary. This is my space, that is your space. Bubble. We’re teaching Gavin for a number of reasons:

1. People’s bubbles vary. Mary, for instance, doesn’t appreciate being tackled. I don’t mind, so long as you’re playing, and don’t pull my … Read more

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Circles

While I’m stretching on the mat, he begins talking about power. I have been in the dojo for seven minutes. Power. Power is the new grief. The subject I see everywhere. And later when he points at my chest, and tells me I have presence, … Read more

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FIGHT!

We were outside, in the quad, when one dude hit the other. And the fight went on and on in that way that rarely happens, especially during lunch hour in a school with four vice-principals and multiple security teams. But it went on and on, … Read more

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Lover Spectrum

So, about 2/3 of the way through Mary Roach’s Bonk, I began to wonder if it was the straightest book I’d ever read. A witty book about sex, and all we get are penises and vaginas. That’s it. Over and over with the penis and … Read more

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The big one

Years ago, at this dinner party with my parents, all the adults started reminiscing about where they were when they heard President Kennedy had been shot. Then they explained why they hadn’t gone to Woodstock. (The most common excuse was finals.) They were all in … Read more

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Date night

Date night used to feel like trench warfare. And I never could figure out why, exactly, it always culminated in injury. We tried everything. Maybe the problem is too much talking, so let’s see a movie instead. That’ll be swell. Inevitably we’d choose some broody … Read more

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Fixed

I used to be a fixer. I used to find pieces of train spread sporadically across the track, and think, Wreckage! I’ll have this up and running super fast. Five months later, I’d realize it wasn’t a train at all but a fucking mining car. … Read more

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