Red Beans and Rice


Her alarm clock blares. Her eyes peer open. She blinks several times to confirm her reality, it’s morning. She stumbles to the restroom, sits down on the toilet, removes her hair wrap, and massages her temples. She fumbles in the dark, brushes her teeth, and pulls on her latest acquiesce, Lululemon stretch pants. She’s up. Pulling into her latest commitment, well before traffic begins. She imitates her instructor, and squeezes-and-holds, and squeezes-and-holds, and squeezes-until she glances down to her manicured hands shaking in her tightly clinched fist. She counts 4-3-2-1 until she’s relieved from plank position.   Read More»

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