I’m standing in the gym, standing sock foot on the gray mats, but I’m not alone. Sure there are others around, but I’m not talking
I stood in the entryway to the dojo with the other women, waiting to enter the darkened room. I had trouble breathing. I fought with
This is the third part of a 4-part series For my whole life, until she passed away in 2004, my mother seemed to hate me
Two mornings a week I do what I never saw myself doing. I walk into a women’s self-defense class. Do I really have time for this?