Yoga Duck | Chelan, WA | October 2019
The contortions I’ve gone through at cocktail parties don’t make me proud. False smiles, affirmative grunts, an eagerness to excuse myself for a drink refill. For decades these party survival techniques helped insulate me from the smallest of small talk. Your kids did what? You really hate your boss? Can a rash actually spread that fast? Thankfully, getting older greases the social mechanism with a liberal squirt of who-gives-a-damn. The pressure to be scintillating has shifted now to younger generations. I can mentally stand in duck pose, tightly tucked, while society’s gears whir wildly around me.