I am in here.
My mother thought that inner strength, moral strength, moral superiority, were best dealt with through silence. It was the best thing to do to appear unaffected by the traumatic event one was just passing through or had recently endured. After Aunt Sudie’s death, a few days before which my mother could be heard from behind … Continue reading How to grieve.
There’s no sense in being precise when you don’t even know what you’re talking about.
More Pilates. This time, self-induced — self-instructed? At any rate, here. I stick with instructors in the lineage (I hate that word) of Romana Krysanowska. I even had a smoothie for breakfast without hardly any crap in it. It involved a handful of fresh spinach and some whey protein powder. No chocolate. No flax seed … Continue reading More Pilates.
I am off to Pilates with Julie on a Monday morning — this system of exercise I do freakishly well at. I am toned and fit and my body has changed so much that I can’t wear a lot of my old clothes. They don’t fit — but not in the sense of they’re a little … Continue reading Pilates on a Monday
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