At the end of the summer, an old friend asked about the latest writing venture I
was working on. The question was nothing out of the ordinary from this man who,
for years,
Photo by Jennifer Teichman
I don’t know what possessed me. At the end of this past summer, I agreed to
teach five college writing courses on three different campuses for the fall
I live for good snail mail days. I either rush out to the mailbox when I hear
the mail truck scoot away, or bat my eyelashes and lazily ask of my husband
(headed
Today I am feeling the pressure of cabbage. Really, cabbage. The opaque
vegetable reminds me of a fat baby-faced candle you keep peeling back, only to
find it has no wick, just a
From Good: The Joys of Absorption
[http://www.good.is/post/the-joys-of-absorption/].
> Therein lies the key to my love of Power Yoga. I am told not to think. I am
absorbed.
>