Life
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Things I learned from a self-defense class, Part 1
The armless rubber dummy I punched to hell and back today. His name is Bob, he’s actually a really nice guy. Today I found myself in a T-shirt, exercise pants, and sneakers—clothes I have not worn for months/years/eons? The longest part of getting dressed today involved trying to find the rarely-worn exercise pants I had… Continue reading
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A small but important accomplishment
Hi my name is Sharon; I play two instruments, speak four languages, and I can now drive a stick-shift!* Every couple weeks this summer my boyfriend’s been teaching me how to drive his manual transmission car, and this past weekend I got good enough to drive on actual streets with traffic lights and actual other… Continue reading