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I studied his eyes. Obsessively. I could tell when to make myself scarce by the color of his eyes. When they were a light blue it would be okay to be around him. But when they turned a cloudy shade … Continue reading
She was up well before sunrise. She drove carefully, never over the speed limit. She reached the pull-out that lead to a small parking area under the bridge. She backed the car up as close to the river’s edge as … Continue reading
The other day on Facebook I saw one of these joke graphics that said, “My pin number is the last 4 digits of Pi.” I got a laugh out of it but it made me think about the wonderment I … Continue reading
After all the Bonnie Raitt albums I’ve played again and again, after the live concerts I’ve attended, after all her songs I’ve sung along with, the thing I remember most vividly about Bonnie Raitt was a concert moment. I’ve seen … Continue reading
I’m a fan of Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. I love Claire Randall with her modern eyes looking onto a world 200 years in the past. I love Jamie Fraser, the handsome Scotsman she meets and loves in that long ago … Continue reading
Yeah, okay, so like, this may be too much information, but I sleep in regular clothes. Old shorts, old tee shirts. So sometimes in the summer when I want to get in a walk before it gets hot, I just … Continue reading
My childhood bedroom had a built in desk, the kind you pulled open so the writing surface hung from the wall on chains. I used that desk to fill huge books with angsty teen-aged writing. I also used it to … Continue reading
When I met him, he was lost in the wilderness of mental illness. There was nothing outside his mind that was real. His only reality was of his own making. He was terrified of what his mind produced. I was … Continue reading
We shuffled past the display cases full of baked goods and reached the cashier waiting near the end. We handed her the bill and said, “Can we each pay half?” “Sure,” she answered. The helper next to her reached for … Continue reading