MOVE
May 13, 1985 I was in 7th grade. I was a fairly sheltered girl, living in a reasonably affluent section of Philadelphia. I was a handful of miles away from where I would for the…
Inevitable or Something Like That
Once upon a time there was a girl who did not dream. Her dreams were stolen, beaten and otherwise diminished to the point where they no longer served a purpose except to deliver pain. To…
Porch Thoughts
Someone asked me if I planned on inventing anew category every time my life changed. I don’t quite have the answer to that one except …..pending. It’s May in Philadelphia and for the foreseeable future…
On the Corona Porch
I don’t think that I did a post in April, if not my apologies. It’s not that I had nothing to say, rather it is that as always my life was in flux and energy…
I Feel Fine
About 3 hours ago I was doing something else and I ended up here writing. I’ve indulged in enough Corona over the years, with and without grenadine to not be in a panic at the…