My GenX solution to a lousy week of work — At 6:12 p.m, I realized the work day felt like an eternity starting at 11 a.m. and needed to simply end. With my colleagues already offline, as they were when I started the day, I locked the screen and took a deep breath. I gathered my breakfast plate, lunch plate…

Tales from the unbalanced, part 2 — At first, I didn’t like the smell of steel on my hands or the way the traction dug my palms. I was too new for calluses yet and Amazon sells swanky pink lifting gloves. I was in the “big weight” section of the gym without a single clue as to…

Tales from the unbalanced: Part 1 — As a small child, it’s been my understanding via the stories of multiple people, I would disembark from the couch head first. My image of this is a snake-like graceful move down the side of the sofa to the floor, where I would, in an ungraceful manner bang my head…

And other truths about prisons — It was beautiful at the prison this morning, I typed via text. It was a weird thing to say in conversation about the weather taking an ominous turn. Though peculiar, it was more curious that it felt logical in conversation. And the morning had been gorgeous, the kind that made…

That throwback workout song still has fire — My mind was firmly on a pitcher of fake caramel color-induced margaritas as I headed home from the liquor store. I had a big bottle of premixed Jose Cuervo and a bag of ice for taco night. The sun was hot, and the humidity felt…

Exercise bands, small weights, humbling times — My first session of physical therapy happened about a month ago. It was the assessment where we reviewed my goals and current abilities. We talked about my desire to simply want one day a week with the trust that I would do the work in the between times was met…

When death ghosts you, so does closure — It’s hard to believe that the last email he ever sent me bore the subject: Escape from New York. It was too poetic, even for him. It was the reply all a week later that prompted me to open it, ready to silently chastise the sender for sending his well…

Monday nights phone playdate with Winter started with her making Joey a birthday card for his birthday on Friday. How many candles should I put on the cake, she asked. I told her 57. He got 17. As I recanted this story to Joey on Tuesday, he said, you mean…

My body’s back — hey ya my body’s back — The Monday work-day felt long enough that as I headed to Starbucks for reinforcements after, I thought it was Wednesday. Even more shocking was my realization that I hadn’t written anything to post here in another week — which was an entirely different world way back then. But here we…