I'll be reading Growing Up with Tamales for story time at Blue Willow Bookshop, in Houston, on Thursday morning, May 15. Tell everyone you know with kids in the Houston area. How do you find and support local indie book stores like Blue Willow? By going to Booksense.
On Saturday, May 17, I'll be in Dallas, reading and signing at the J. Erik Jonsson Central Library, for the 13th Dallas Children’s Book Fair & Literary Festival.
On June 22, here in Houston, I'm going to do a poetry workshop. It's free and open to the public, y'all, and they're having one every Sunday in June, taught by local poets I love and respect. So come on down.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Why I Like to Spend the Evening with GiladHe always takes me somewhere nice and mysterious, like an island overlooking skyscrapers and rowing teams. He lays a mat on the grass for us, and then we begin.
He always has a compliment for me. "You're looking slimmer since the last time I saw you." When we move together, he murmurs, "Nice. Yes. Good. You're looking great."
He's very strong and has big muscles, and yet he's always gentle and never pushes me to do things I don't want to do (or can't). He says, "I don't want to lose you. So, if you can't lift your leg on this part, just stick with our original lunge step."
He plays cheesy trance music, and yet it gets my heart beating and so I don't mind.
He overlooks my flaws. "Take out your big weights now," he says. "For women, that means five to eight pounds." I take out my 15.5 ounce cans of fruit cocktail, and he doesn't say a word.
Although plenty of women in turquoise, cleavage-revealing leotards flock to his side, he never gives me a reason to be jealous. He adjusts their triceps and tells them, "Okay, Danielle, you're looking good," but I know he doesn't feel the same way about them as he does about me.
However, when he stops to touch the leotard-ed men in the back, I do have to wonder.
My man Gilad.
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9:34 PM #Comments:
I look exactly like that dude every time I work out in front of the ocean with a small squad of attractive women.# posted by
Mike : 1:17 PM
Does your exercise dude REALLY tell you that you look slimmer?
Because if so, I might just have to cheat on unitard guy. All these months, and not one comment on the weight I have lost.
# posted by
: 7:30 PM
Mike: Somehow, I knew that about you.
Anon: He did say it one time. Right at the beginning, he goes, "You're looking slimmer already since we started doing this."
And I was like, "Aw, HELL yeah!" Because, before that episode, I'd only seen one other, and I watched it on my couch. But he was right - I was totally slimmer.
I'm thinking about leaving my boyfriend for Gilad, because my boyfriend only remarks on my weight loss after prompting.
# posted by
Gwen : 10:14 AM
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