The term comes from "Byzantium", the name of the city of Constantinople before it became Constantine's capital.
Dueble was out for the day so we had a substitute. It was a beautiful spring day and I was very excited because our class was scheduled to take the bicycle safety test that morning. If I passed, I would be able to ride my bike to school every day.
You could literally see the school out of our front window. I grew up in Winnetka Illinois. Winnetka is a suburb on the north shore near Chicago. We had beaches nearby, a big park across the street, a downtown area I could walk to if I wanted to get a hot dog, or buy some baseball cards.
It was an idyllic place where we all felt sheltered from the crime and violence that is so rampant in Chicago. We knew our neighbors and I hung around the neighborhood with my friends.
The schools were good and opportunities for success were in abundance. At school I could hardly stay in my seat that morning because I was so excited about the bike test. We had a brief morning meeting and then went outside to the playground for the road portion of the bike test.
We slowly rode our bikes through a course that had some modest obstacles. I navigated the stop sign and cones with expertise.
When I learned that I had passed the road portion of the test, I was very happy, but was still nervous about the upcoming written portion.
I was insecure because I knew I was neither the most disciplined nor focused student. As a matter of fact, I was a bit wild. As the youngest of four siblings, I got away with things that my older siblings would not have.
When I was in kindergarten I had to go sit on "the chair" everyday as a consequence for my not staying on the rug during story time.
I was high energy and liked to push limits and make jokes. My three older siblings taught me to question authority and to think independently. After we got back to the classroom I sat down at a table with some friends to begin the test.
We sat at small round tables, about five or six of us per table. It was quiet as we were all taking the bike safety test very seriously. I was sitting at a small table with some other classmates. Suddenly, I heard loud noises and a flurry of commotion.
I don't remember faces, just a feeling of disorganization, intensity and terror. I fell to the ground and blacked out. The next thing I remember was crawling in the hallway by myself. The hallway felt so empty. It felt like the whole school had been abandoned.
It was calm and quiet. My hand hurt really bad. It was a stinging pain. I looked at it and saw that it was bleeding in a way I had never seen before.
There was a hole in it and blood was pouring out of the hole in rhythm with my pulse. I remember the color of the blood.
It was dark, almost black. My hand was covered in blood and I was looking at it pulsing, trying to figure out what happened.
It was almost mesmerizing. All I knew was that I was in pain and I was scared.
I tried to make sense of what was going on. I remember thinking that this must be some sort of safety drill.I originally introduced the term “orthorexia” in the article below, published in the October issue of Yoga Journal.
Some of the things I said in the article are no longer true of . If Only I Had Listened to my Mother And How Traveling Broadens Your Horizon. To me, that is one of the amazing things about traveling: in only three days in Mexico we met dozens of people and have heard stories ranging from living on the beach in Hawaii to selling jewelry throughout Mexico.
One evening over dinner, I began to joke, as I often had before, about writing an essay called “Men Explain Things to Me.” Every writer has a stable of ideas that never make it to the racetrack, and I’d been trotting this pony out recreationally every once in a while.
October 28th, at Carnegie Hall photo by Timothy Greenfield Saunders.
Lou was like a father to me. I have never felt so perceived and loved for who I actually am by a man than by Lou Reed. I like the faith message that I get out of the "literary device" viewpoint. My only minor quibble is that the order of Genesis 1 is close enough to the natural scientific order.
One evening over dinner, I began to joke, as I often had before, about writing an essay called “Men Explain Things to Me.” Every writer has a stable of ideas that never make it to the racetrack, and I’d been trotting this pony out recreationally every once in a while. If only I had listened to my parents. Now, I was faced with the consequences of my actions. Those were some harsh consequences to have to face at eight years old for not listening. None of them have the same needs at the same time, and what worked for one won’t work for another–these are three distinct people you are talking about, with different genders, ages, personality traits, and yes, birth order.
Paul Gauguin in the Tropics - the life and works of Gauguin in Tahiti and the Marquises, his most interesting and famous period.