One morning, in first grade, I was painting outside the classroom when this huge hand appeared out of nowhere and jammed a rotten apple into my mouth. Like a roast luau pig returned to life, I spun around and spied a notorious schoolyard bully – stringy blonde hair, STP Motor Oil windbreaker, and tall as the sky – 4’ 10” at least – laughing his ass off as he sauntered back toward the playground. The apple was hopelessly lodged between my teeth – my lips…Continue Reading “Identifying The Center”