I Remember : Roger Radish

As far as a sense of memory goes (is it a sense? A power, a skill?), I’ve been told that mine was not half bad. My buddy Artur was fond of saying, “You have elephant memory.” Artur is Polish, and over in Eastern Europe they don’t bother with determiners. So I was spared the humdrum…

The Wonderful World of Yoga

            What an arrogant little sh*t I was.           I used to turn my nose up at the mention of yoga.  The drowsy ambiance and miniscule movements used to make my toes curl.  Cardio was what I thought was important, not hardly moving off a mat.  Isotonic contractions was how I improved on muscle…

This Ramadhan

          I’m ashamed of letting procrastination get the better of me again.  Leading up to Ramadan, I already had this entry in mind:  specifically to share a video and a comment, and additionally to pepper the content with a few words of my own.  However, with the backlog of posts and life generally passing me…