The instructions say, Make sure the skillet is screamin’ hot, and I can hear those directions drawled in my mother-in-law’s East Texas accent. A year ago now, maybe two, I stopped calling my mother-in-law every time I wanted to make her cornbread—real cornbread, she would tell you, because the recipe doesn’t call for flour. EarlyContinue reading “Thanksgiving”
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Practice
I return to yoga with cramped feet, stiff hamstrings, weak arms, thirty extra pounds – the combined result of running long distances not out of joy but from desperation. I return to yoga nearly five weeks into a new job, the class an unexpected perk of the new position. I return to yoga after twoContinue reading “Practice”