. It’s an unmentionable secret. Mostly unmentionable because my closest and dearest friends have sworn to disown me if I ever complained of my ever expanding waistline in their presence for the umpteenth time. Naturally, considering the wide exposure I’ve given this topic that is very close to my heart (or belly, as it were), …
You’ve got to look good. That’s what they tell us anyway. Society. (Useful as it may be to blame them for everything we can muster under the sun, some fine day we’d just have to realize we’re a hundred and one percent responsible for our own little personal disasters and victories. Still, it’s fun …
The light comes in softly, barely there this glare that it may not come from a sun at all, but a midday moon, a gentle glow that sweeps in with respect. It flows over her form as she shifts from pose to pose with poise and grace, wrapping around her like a dream. She turns, …
Now is the time for reflections, they say. An entire year’s worth, it seems, is now open to investigation and incisive analysis. Twelve months of folly and foibles, work and worries, play and penance, all coming under the penetrating glare of a single eye, a kind one, I pray. Let’s sit down first, and get …
BodyBalancers: Ben, Rachel & me Everyone’s been complaining lately that I’ve been turning down their invitations — to movies, wedding dinners, vacations, and of course, more Christmas parties than you can shake a snowglobe at. (Am I the local Scrooge? Am I so deprived of the jolly ol’ spirit of the season?) So it surprised …
So, here I was, bumbling around my mailbox which, like the Cup o’ Life, is always full and never emptieth, trying to read and answer as many emails as I can before the next deluge is upon me. I got good reason to be concerned. Work is picking up, I’ve packed nothing thus far for …
Hmm. I really have no idea whether to fume in simmering silence or to scream out loud. See, my dear readers, I’ve been spammed. This past weekend I have been deeply engrossed in my BodyBalance instructor training, something like a fitness bootcamp. Imagine nine hours a day at the gym going through a series of …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
