Summoned and Sawed
After six fights in seven weeks during eighth grade lunch, I was summoned to the garage at dusk. My face ached with the yellow-brown of an autumn Georgia sunset, my nose swelled with the hallowed blue of my foster father’s Braves jersey, and my cheeks flushed with the glowering red of a baseball’s stitching – […]
My Run-in with Tai Chi
During the 1980s when I was caught up in the running/jogging frenzy – outfitted in my neon mesh shorts, tank tops, and terrycloth sweatbands – I made it my morning ritual to drive to our nearby City Park in New Orleans, which was a bow to all things majestic in nature. Its various pathways for […]