A Woman Now I remember when I was in my thirtieswhen motivation was abundant andmy muscles were always tender fromthe hard tearing in group ex Body Pumpclass at the women’s gym. I watchedolder women around me, judging their plumpbellies and soft arms, in awe of the stay-the-sameness of their bodies. I didn’tunderstand why after so… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 24