If my life were a sentence, chasing clean air, I fell into a comma on Jan. 21, 2012--a long pause as a result of two sprained wrists. As a result of a slippery substance in a garage, I fell fast, lickedy-split with arms stretched out to protect my head and slamming my wrists with weight of my body on pavement. Yoga and weight training for years, I am told, likely saved me from broken bones. Nonetheless, I can not do normal activities, including typing. I am seeing an occupational therapist. In order to heal, I am on hiatus. To my Facebook friends, I deactivated my account.