It Begins
It begins the night before. After dinner—roasted beef, dark from the pot and a jacket potato your mother punctured and filled with butter—you went to your room and put in the tape from your prenatal yoga instructor. From the rug beside your bed, you breathed slowly and stretched, bending toward the parts of your body […]
Lying
I have a talent for lying. People don’t believe me when I say this. It’s the Midwest in me, rooted deep— the tendency for enthusiasm and sympathy, the tics of “sorry” and “ope!” that shoot out despite my best efforts and ten years of distance from Iowa. It’s okay; I understand. I, too, prefer to […]