A busted toe; a last chance
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The poem I wrote four years ago today explores the wife’s grace, elegance, and simplicity of movement. Pretty much the opposite of me.
But the kicker at the end (spoiler!) is she breaks her toe banging it into our wooden kitchen table. The table that goes back three generations on my father’s side, which no doubt has bruised many toes, knees and fingers since those Russian Jews touched ground in the U.S. and put down roots on Cedar Park Avenue in Philadelphia. Family legend has it that my great grandparents bought it for $25 from Sears and paid it off in installments.
The incident sparked a poem because the wife rarely if ever has these klutzy moments. I, on the other hand, am besties with my many black and blue marks from rushing in and out of the kitchen, turning too fast from the counter to the fridge, or elbowing my way through a not-quite-open-enough door.
But there’s always a new opportunity to take a breath, move with purpose, do what’s best for one’s body (and the nearly-century-old family furniture).
And there’s still an opportunity to save your Valentine’s Day.
Our special edition of Every Day, Luv is available for one more day before we take it off sale. Don’t miss the chance to be the romantic hero of your household!
❤️
Adam