Growing Up

The Worst Had Happened

The Worst Had Happened

“When you stand, I don’t want you to put more than 50% of your weight on your left leg.” George, my way-too-cute, way-too-young, physical therapist said as he bent down,…Read more
The Night of the Boiled Okra Horror

The Night of the Boiled Okra Horror

Growing up, I avoided inviting friends home for dinner. Too embarrassing. But, that did not stop my mother. She would push, “Honey, why don’t you have your little friend join us for dinner?” She’d say it in front of them. And I’d die… because I knew how dinner would go. Because it always went the same. She’d serve steak, baked potatoes and a vegetable. And, the conversation… no matter how it went, always bit me in the ass. … Read more

How To Become Memorable At Work

How To Become Memorable At Work

My First Board Meeting Tuesday, January 18, 10: 50 a.m. 7th Floor - Corporate Board Room Fort Worth Star Telegram “Hi. I’m Kathy Smith. Here for the 11:00 a.m. Board…Read more
Ms. Yoga Pants And My Physical Therapist

Ms. Yoga Pants And My Physical Therapist

I saw her the minute I walked into physical therapy. Climbing to the moon on the stair-stepper in a pair of black yoga pants. Smiling. Laughing occasionally. Flirting, or at least trying to, with George, my physical therapist. He didn’t seem to notice. Just gave her another exercise and continued on. Which made everything more interesting. I found her fascinating. A study in female frustration. But it was her Kim Kardashian butt that held me mesmerized.
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