Squeak. Step. Squeak. Step. Squeak. Pause. Stop. Pause. Step. Squeak. Humph…
My favorite shoes are squeaking. They’re not subtle: they are noisemakers. Trumpet sounding, angels singing, guns blaring, thunder boomers. SQUEAK! Step. SQUEAK! Step. SQUEAK!
And the squeaking is getting worse. Least I think it is. Feels like everyone notices. I can tell they […]
drives me crazy that people don’t really greet each other anymore. I’m not sure why they blow it off but it just seems so cold and disrespectful. Then again, maybe not, I really don’t think people are intentional about it, least I hope not. Honestly, they just don’t seem to know any better. Phew… […]
Abdomen, chest, exhale. Abdomen, chest, exhale. One, two, three. One, two, three. Again. And again. And again. In the beginning it happens too fast but the initial discomfort fades after a while. You work through it. Soon you’re less anxious: don’t even notice the breath. That’s about the time I met the […]
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