As soon as I walk into the gym I feel as if all eyes are on me saying, “You don’t belong here with your chubby belly and flabby frame.” Like Harry Potter, I wish to hide beneath an invisibility cloak so I can go about my workout unnoticed. Since these cloaks only exist in magicalContinue reading “What Do You See?”
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My Lap
Tonight my daughter crawled into my lap. I could tell something was bothering her, but I’d learned that prying often led to her withdrawing like a turtle deep into a protective shell where I could not reach her. But tonight when the house was silent and dark she crawled into my lap. She is nineteenContinue reading “My Lap”
Jar of Stones
I remember hearing a story about a monkey who came across a glass jar full of colorful stones. Being a curious monkey she reached in to take some. With her hand inside the jar she realized she wanted more than one stone so she filled her fingers with all she could hold. When she triedContinue reading “Jar of Stones”