My relationship with my daughter was going really well. She had boomeranged back home six months prior. She was working, she wasn’t staying out too late or loud, and only one of my favorite necklaces had disappeared, having been last seen in the vicinity of her neck. We shopped together, went drinking together, and gave each other honest opinions about the wisdom behind wearing jeggings. And then we pushed it too far.
“Will you come with me to a Body Shred class?” she asked me one day.
“Good god, no,” I said. “That sounds horrible.” Maybe it was all those Criminal Minds episodes I had been binge-watching, but I pictured blood and Band-Aid wrappers all over the shiny, spotless, hardwood floors of our gym. It was quite the mess. [Read more…] about Come to Body Shred, She Said. It’ll Be Fun, She Said