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gymnastics coach with one good knee and no patience for excuses.
my evening class in atlanta is mostly grown-ups relearning cartwheels. on sundays i fry bánh xèo with my mom, then yell at the hawks.
Unpopular opinion
anybody can learn a cartwheel, at any age. a forty-nine-year-old pharmacist in my evening class agrees.
Don't ask me about
my left knee. it's fine. it's on ice right now, but it's fine.
The way to my heart
crispy edges on the bánh xèo, and someone who doesn't flinch when i get loud at a game.
last class of the night. ice on the knee in the coach's office, and patrice finally stuck her round-off.
dinner on buford highway with my mom. she called their bánh xèo 'fine' and didn't finish it.
