Jiu-Jitsu is Saving My Life

 “Can you breathe?”  “Yeah.”  “Then, don’t panic.” ***  I pushed through the door to my kitchen this evening, holding a sweat-soaked gi. I could barely move my shoulder, and my hand was trembling.  The kids were doing homework, and my wife was sweeping the floor.   “Your head is bleeding,” she said.  I was too fatiguedContinue reading “Jiu-Jitsu is Saving My Life”

The Swamp of My Subconscious

I sprawl out over the sun-baked earth as if shoved. My hands burn from the scrape, and my face lands flat on its side. I get to my knees and blow dirt from my mouth. All around me is a barren wasteland. No vegetation or shade exists except for the thin dark clouds that blockContinue reading “The Swamp of My Subconscious”