When my children were young, every fall we’d pick up school supply lists and make our annual trek to Office Depot, filling our cart with No.2 pencils, wide-rule notebook paper, and 24-count boxes of Crayolas. The kids have outgrown supply lists, but I still love crayons and coloring books, and I don’t share.
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Sisterhood
I can’t say the phone call surprised me. I half expected I would get it one day, but even with that trepidation, it still unnerved me. It started out like any other afternoon telemarketing interruption. I wonder if I could have ended the encounter before it started by simply letting that initial call go straight … Continue reading Sisterhood
Running with crazy
But, I feel better. That's because you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing. I’m thinking much clearer. I can stop now, right? No, stay on your meds and stop running with crazy.
Wild blue yonder
Today’s Blue Light Special is free time. Time to walk around an empty house without stepping on errant Lego bricks. Time to eat lunch while it’s still warm without tiny fingers snatching bits from your plate. Time to savor the smoky aroma of fresh brewed coffee, when you long for the greasy, sweet scent of … Continue reading Wild blue yonder
Out of the light
Like Jonah swallowed into the belly of the whale, the mouth of the dungeon consumed him whole. Light and life drowned in the darkness. The cries of the wretched, the only prisoners escaping.
Tastes like lemons
“Morphine makes me weightless, airborne.” I pondered my friend's confession for a moment. She and I were reviewing the merits of the opiate analgesic over coffee. I was telling her about using a morphine pump during a recent hospital visit. “Really? Other than making me not care about the pain, I didn’t feel, you know, out … Continue reading Tastes like lemons
Thin spiral notebook 