Like a Moth to the Flame
The past 72 hours have been trying in ways I haven’t experienced for a while. I think that the closest moment is in the early moments, resisting, screaming, crying, yelling. This moment is different and…
The Second Step
This is the moment I’ve waited for, and before I close my eyes for nightly sleep, I will have first hand proof of the road. I feel as if I already had that proof, but…
There is a White Woman in My Bed
It occurred to me that I am going to have to change this category again. Diner Ruminations, Porch Thoughts, maybe the next one will be patio pondering? I don’t know yet. The patio is coming,…
Memory Lane Is Bumpy
I’ve picked up the task of writing my life story more than once. I’ve put it down one fewer times than I’ve picked it up. I picked it up again last weekend and I want…
El Fin
I will usually pick a category to drop these in, as I scrolled tonight I realized I have yet another category I am going to have to retire, A Single Tale. I’d like to say…