What, with my lower back the way it is. After a night’s sleep, it might as well be a rusted ball joint, for all its flexibility. I wish everything was so stiff. And what about you, getting down the stairs with that knee that only bends twenty percent of what it originally did? No, you pulling me ...
When I was in college, if a professor scolded me or even gave me a disapproving look for something I’d done, or even something I hadn’t done, I would feel sick for weeks. A former boss telling me that she wanted to see me in her office would sometimes drive me to tears. My life was falling apart,...