In the early morning train ride it is me and the latino working men on the train. I live in a mostly Dominican neighborhood, but I can’t say I know everyone’s decent. There was a big puddle of some kind of clear-ish white liquid floating on a couple of seats. Each stop someone would come on the …
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Not Going Anywhere…
This week I have worked hard and rested hard. Something in my body is finally learning when not to push myself. When I should actually just stay in bed instead of getting up to take a dance class before work. Tuesday was an awesome day. I am grateful for days like these- where I truly get to do …
Birthday Blog
I’m riding the train with Joe, on fire from a training session I just had with a new client. I’m jabbering away about the session when suddenly the words freeze in my mouth. And I see her. There she is. Sitting on the subway. Angled talking to her friend, exactly towards me so that I can see her …