Money – that vital ingredient – threatens to rebuke us, these haphazard habits equating to negligence. Investments – retirement’s foundation – falter, then plunge, a
We wait at the station, Mother and I, one final stop for her – painless she prays; I linger at bedside – prolonged goodbye –
As Mother counts her last days, and I open my heart to forgiveness, a daughter calls, reaming me out for wrong-doings – January is not
Naughty thrilled her – lacked inhibitions toward elicit, tantalized by promised ‘nice’ Imagined blood red petals strewn atop steamy suds, champagne flutes and intoxicating entanglements.
Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled bed covers. Abandoned, a coffee mug bemoans
The air hangs heavy and yet I shiver, threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky; high above the palm leaves quiver, the air hangs heavy