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Bullying
NAME: Z
STATUS: Speechless
GOAL: Sanity
PEEVE: Meddlesome parents of other children
GLEE: Girls’ lunch out
When the screen on my cell showed Troy’s school calling, I figured a teacher needed volunteers or cupcakes for an event. I make amazing cupcakes.
When the principal identified himself, I stopped the mental survey of baking goods in my cabinets.
“There has been an incident and we need to talk,” he said.
“Oh my God,” is Troy okay? Is he hurt?”
“He is fine,” the principal said, pausing for a moment, “but he was involved in some bullying.”
“Who is picking on my son?”
He took a breath as he continued. “Z, can I [...] Read More
Exercise
NAME: Z
STATUS: Determined.
GOAL: Maybe a hula hoop?
PEEVE: Clothes that shrink when you’re not looking.
GLEE: Tomatoes from the garden
Shrubbery is my salvation. At 8 a.m., after Troy is off to school; I am exercising in the living room, and the hydrangeas shield me from view in case anyone is walking by, or driving slowly. I’d hate to cause an accident.
The image of middle-aged me in baggy clothes jumping around in front of the television must be quite a sight. I swear, I had my head-turning days. In high school, I ran track.
I wasn’t a star or anything, just good [...] Read More
