I don't have time to relax. I don't know how to relax. If I do relax, I feel guilty. All of the above. So much in our lives is complicated that we often disregard simplicity.
Children can be cruel.
Even now, I can recall the horrible things they've said to me. One summer, as I sashayed around the swimming pool's edge, I noticed a boy staring at my feet and assumed he was admiring my snazzy pedicure. One of the strangest criticisms, though, came during my senior year of high school from a student I barely knew. Of all my physical faults that had been ridiculed during my growing-up years, my nose had never been one of them. Neal gallantly offered.