Monthly Archives: June 2011
“I’m not good at balance,” I tell her. “But I finally get that you can practice balance. Like you practice breathing.”
“Yes,” she says, “like the Martha Graham quote. I’m not going to remember all of it, but she says you practice dance like you … Read more
I was 11 when my dog disappeared at a truck stop in Maryland. We’d spent the previous year in Washington State, pretending to be civilians, and had lived in a house with green shutters that didn’t look like any other house in the neighborhood. I’d … Read more
There are 5 of them on longboards, but I don’t know that yet. At first I see three, and would guess them to be 19. They’re skating round and round the roundabout, while cars drive through, the drivers glancing about nervously. Even before I was … Read more
The small woman answers the door and listens to the child’s litany of complaints. Her sons are unfriendly. They don’t share. They play too rough. When he has finished his report, she says, “I’m writing this down in my little black book,” and shuts … Read more
He opens the sandwich and examines the cheese. “I see the problem. There’s white cheese in this sandwich. I don’t like white cheese. And this sandwich is making me not like yellow cheese either.” He peels both cheeses from his bread, and adds, “The next … Read more
The first story goes like this: You will worship me and me alone. You will give me blood sacrifices. I have chosen you, and for that you will be enslaved.
I’m afraid of the first story.
The second story goes like this: I am your … Read more
You don’t ever really know anything about other people’s relationships. That’s an important thing to remember. You don’t know what any couple is like when you’re not around. How often they laugh together, or bicker. Whether or not they’re healthy. That’s true for people’s friendships. … Read more
She is telling me about Authentic Movement, about the theory behind it and the execution. What I imagine from her telling is this: you stand as part of a circle. Your eyes are closed, and what comes next is devoid of edit. You express whatever … Read more
I didn’t go into the bathroom during the obligatory we-can-all-pee-now sessions in elementary school. The girls’ bathrooms were dangerous places. Not just because old ladies periodically screamed at me and hucked me out, but because girls stared at me when I went in there. As … Read more