There are three encouragements to surviving raising teenagers. The first is IT gets better. The second is it GETS better. And the third is it gets BETTER.
Category: Trifecta
The river runs red
The rusty water ran swift and cold. As red as rooibos, the creek reminded her of the bloody rinse that flowed from her washtub after she scrubbed Hector’s work clothes clean. After the first, long-ago night that he came home covered in violence, his expression was enough to forbid any questions. Since then she went … Continue reading The river runs red
Charmed, I’m sure
Three sisters, coy and genteel, stand demurely in a receiving line. Suitors inspect their potential wifely attributes, mouths watering over their vestal virtues. The siblings, hiding coquettish smiles, snicker at the peacock dance.
Lights in the attic
The treehouse club was his refuge. It wasn’t really a treehouse, but he could see trees through the attic dormers. He figured that was close enough. It wasn’t really a club either. He was the only member, there were no dues required, no rules to follow. The only prerequisite for inclusion, he testified later, was … Continue reading Lights in the attic
Crazy, hazy, daze
From June through August, apocalyptic storms, uncivilized masses of trespassers, infuriatingly motionless traffic, and hellacious heat intrude upon my idyllic, bucolic condition. These endless days of summer wear on my fragile sanity.
This little light of mine
Standing before his congregation, exalted and sainted among men, his extracurricular women crowding pews on both sides of the aisle, he droned on through his soliloquy denouncing his flock’s sinful ways. A waning moon illuminated the outdoor revival, bathing the faithful in ecclesiastical brilliance. He took it as a sign when a shaft of Luna’s … Continue reading This little light of mine
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