i see you. despite your preference for armor. we don’t shake hands or exchange glances. you sit. i shift bench, to planter, back next to you on bench. waiting, we both listen to the boasting and blustering of fellow roosters. you’re discouraged too. i wish...
friday i entered the studio to teach my last class after a long, stressful week. my two-day vacation {first one in some time} was about to begin in 65 minutes; i glided in giddy, only one more hour, and it was teaching one of my favorite classes: a classical pilates,...
