Their Castle in the Air

Everett and Alicia somehow escaped injury in the blaze. Guilt feelings at deflowering his girlfriend in the hay loft crescendoed when Grandpa asked what they were doing up there. He couldn’t handle the man knowing their sins. She was the love of Everett’s young life, his sole reason for being, his muse. Youthful lust evidenced […]

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Namaste.

Legs crossed, back straight, imagining a string that pulls me upward. Just like the instructor says. Posture matters. So does breath.  Each week I try to escape my mental reality.  She says, “Set an intention for your practice.” I come here each week to calm my jagged nerves. I come here for calm, but my […]

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Gravity Happens

The earth sometimes pulls you back down to terra firma. Taking my third-time-ever spin class this week did so to me. I’ve found, for the most part, I dislike group exercise. In fact, I’ve decided going solo is a comforting although often lonesome endeavor. Being the oldest and probably physically weakest person on a stationary […]

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Stuck

A smattering of gravestones eventually became a constant barrage of cemeteries noticed, seemingly at every turn, markers practically jumped out in front of her car. Death brings an overwhelming sense of immediacy, an obsession with its existence, the frightening inevitability of everyone’s ultimate fate.  She looked at the chiselled names, hoping to memorize a few […]

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Tour de Bass

My “getting off the couch and moving” effort began back in April when I decide to bike for MS. Joedie, a friend and former co-worker, bravely face her Multiple Sclerosis diagnosis, so I dedicated my ride to her. I want to live in gratitude that I’m healthy and mobile and beg the universe I can […]

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Averting a Mid-life Crisis

All along I’d told myself not to measure the effort only by mileage. Yet that last 17 miles was perhaps the toughest thing I’ve ever physically done. It came after, as I later reflected with astonishment, I heard myself say, “There’s only 17 miles left?” I finished day one of the Bike MS Ozarks, so […]

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Raising Cain

Grandma made them all aprons as a gift, like they’d one day become domesticated. It just wasn’t in the cards, though, much to their father’s surprise. The troika instead grew into independent non-cooks and bakers who didn’t fastidiously keep house. With better things to do, nary a homemade muffin would emerge from their ovens.  “If […]

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