As we step into, and away from, malleable malfeasance, we cannot but help to linger on what is, and what has been lost. In the United States, we have cheapened our culture with vulgarity, and purposeful misfortune, and cunning, evil, unrest. We have also abandoned a right celebration of our most beloved holidays.
It’s two in the morning and my son is crying. I stir a little bit and turn to my right and notice that my wife, Elizabeth, is not there next to me and that our son is in his bassinet, possibly the reason he is crying. My wife has chosen to commit the crime of needing to use the facilities. I get up and quickly pick up young Chaim Yosi and cradle him in my arms, rocking him gently until he falls back asleep. I know that he will do better in the arms of his mother — not just because I’m afraid of rolling around wildly in my sleep. I ultimately get back to sleep and wake up, refreshed. This beautiful scenario is not always how things have been in our happy home.
I am enamored with my lovely and elastic Herman Miller Aeron chair.
The thing you don’t realize when you see the actual Aeron chair compared to its imitators is that the weave of the chair is alive. The weave of the chair breathes and moves with you. The weave of the chair stretches and conforms to your body as you wallow within its shape.
Imitation chairs have a rigid weave. The flexibility of the authentic Aeron chair is what sets it apart from any other chair made and you really cannot understand the beauty of the design unless and until you sit in one.
Don’t bother with purchasing lumbar support or other add-ons for the Aeron chair. Just buy the basic black Aeron chair with the regular arms and standard leveling mechanism and be happy.
You will love the airiness and molded comfort of the Herman Miller Aeron chair.
by Malaika Booker-Wright
There is no doubt we are all human.
As each letter of the word
differs in look,
sound,
and imagined personality,
so do we.
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