The Perfectionists I played soccer. Once. When I was four years old. At the end of the game I was crying—near hysterically—because I didn’t score a goal and we didn’t win the game. I hated… Continue reading
If I were to give only one clue for pain-free backbends it would be this: keep your legs parallel. While simple from external appearances, this instruction can go so in-depth that I’ve spent… Continue reading
Cemented white dunes undulate into the horizon, their tops dotted with twisted junipers and wind-blown pinyons. Terra cotta slots begin as simple gullies, then traverse for miles, criss-crossing as they cut deeper into the… Continue reading
