I am a tourist in this life. Expectations of enlightenment, education and entertainment, spur me forward with excited anticipation. Feed me discovery in ordered exhibits,
Politicians are a breed of characters that I fail to understand – they have to be willing, on one hand, to ward off nonstop critical
Desiring reconnection with life, a longing for purposeful normalcy, I push forward, intentionally ignoring advice to the contrary. Original intention well-meaning (but not thought through)
This path I walk is not my own; it’s paved with genetic markers, familial dysfunction, and ancestral angst. Can you see them walking with me?
I don’t know if it is because Ric is away and I am feeling the entirety of my dependency, or if it is because it
My mother’s feet scream with the agony of her miserable condition, underlying the disease that eats at her. My feet, uncallused paddles, slightly bent and