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,…