Driving to class, be grateful for a body to practice Tai Chi with, for people who will show up full of curiosity, full of hope that Tai Chi will help them with their balance, arthritis, stiff shoulders, and tension.
The instructor asked what kind of attacks worried people in the introductory Krav Maga self-defense session. Two students both mentioned their hair. “I’m worried someone will grab my hair when I go jogging at night.”
My son’s got Mike Tyson on the burner tonight. He only knows the champ from training videos and highlight reels and wants to watch a few early fights to see where it started.
I signed up for karate classes because I figured a little ‘wax on, wax off’ would be good for me.
He looked like a big muscular cherub, curly blond hair and pale blue eyes, arms like ship-ropes. He had no malice in him, though— just violence.
I haven’t often written of this thing inhabiting my body, its claws and feathers, its dragon breath pacing the circuit of my spine. It caught me when I was seventeen, though it had been stalking me since long before that. Each time it had neared, my mother had draped herself between us, and I never even got a good look at it. But when I…
