Breathe In_The Days of Peeping Tom_Still to be....._In the Neighborhood
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Breathe In
“Breathe in…pull in from your core, another breath. Deeper now. Release it slowly…exhale through the mouth. Let all your negativity, self-doubt, and stress go, set it free. You are strong and you are amazing. And another breath in, this is a cleansing breath, hold it, four more seconds, and slowly let it escape, relax as you exhale, lowering the shoulders, good. Rotate your head and neck, slowly, stretching side to side. And reverse directions…one more time, then into position for Sun Salutation,” Jason’s deep voice was encouraging yet firm. This Tuesday morning group was ready for more challe...
The Days of Peeping Tom
I wouldn’t have said anything. If my daughter was the tallest girl in 10th grade and wore a metal back-brace down the length of her back, I doubt I’d be broadcasting to the whole neighborhood that she had a peeping tom. I mean, you’re just opening yourself up for some blow back. Even my mom, who is extra nice, told me about her exchange with a touch of meanness. She said, “I saw Mrs. Blankenship at S&S and she told me that Margaret has a peeping tom. That make any sense to you?” “She wouldn’t be my first choice.” I replied. Margaret Blankenship, her know-it-all mom, ophthalmologist dad, and...
Still to be.....
"You slut!" Ryan roared into his phone. But it was too late. She had already hung up on him. That had been his ex-wife. She was getting remarried, and wanted to move interstate, taking his two sons with her. Ryan was feeling jealouswww.onedoor.cc, this was not his idea of an amicable porce. He and his ex were supposed to be co-parenting in harmony, presenting a united front to their boys. "Ha!" Ryan slammed down his phone, and picked up his can of bourbon. Before too long, he was on another bender. A pile of empty tins were soon his company. He knew he should control his heavy drinking, but the lonely nigh...
In the Neighborhood
I’m back in my old neighborhood. I drove all night to get here, close to ten hours. I parked my car on the side of the road across from my old house and stepped out. I haven’t breathed the air of my childhood in almost ten years. It is crisp and green in my nose, transporting me to autumn at age six, and age ten, and age fifteen; a lifetime of falls. Now I stand on the sidewalk, the sidewalk I rode my bike on countless times, countless years ago. I feel the ghost of my younger self speed by. She ruffles my skin and hair in her passing breeze, and she smells like youth. Goosebumps across my fle...