is the worst of maladies. It rips your heart out and leaves you breathless, exhausted, wasted, denuded. Your skin comes off and all your nerves get exposed, and you weep for no reason that you can explain to anyone, and no one cares, anyway. Depression makes you irritable and cranky and bad-tempered with everyone you know. … More Depression
I drove home with groceries from Costo, arriving at 1:30 pm, with dread and sorrow in my heart, worrying that he, they, would still be sleeping. I have this bad habit, or sense that is true, that it is the girlfriend who drags him down, and who keeps him up late into the morning hours, … More working
My great-grandfather, Lynn Latta, was born 26 June 1867, the fourth of seven children in a large and settled family near Fulton County, Kentucky. One day he walked away from his brothers and sisters and parents without telling anyone why or where he was going. His niece, Mary Emma Pittman, the daughter of his brother, … More The Tragedy of Lynn and Martha (Kennedy) Latta
June 15, 2011 When Brendan was six years old, his father and I separated. I was just finishing my dissertation and felt as though I had to choose between my was-band and my dream of becoming an English professor. I had supported him financially and emotionally as he went on the academic job market; had … More How did I get here? What am I doing?
Fortuitously, my countdown in bikram coincides with the day of the month, at least through January. So, today is January 3 as well as the 43rd day of my bikram practice. What is different? Sivasana. Yes! Already! It still hurts, sometimes, to “relax” on my back on the floor, because my muscles, long trained to … More Where Did My Back Pain Go? Bikram Day 43
Oy! Yoga kicked my asana today. I did two classes in a row, beginning at four this afternoon. Throughout the first part of the first class, I felt sick to my stomach, but found relief by finding my eyes in the mirror and repeating my mantra, “I am.” In the second session, I felt … More Tossed in the Waves: Bikram Day 38