Framed perspectives – I see shelter, a friend whose branches shield; you see obstruction, prefer sunshine to shade – our differences, like windows, portioned previews
“My children have come home to watch me die,” she tells her doctor, repeats to me, #5, when I arrive. “You leave the world the
Take a classroom of five-year-olds – nimble-footed, names unintelligible – add a dozen runny noses and three boo-boos and one unfortunate ‘accident’. Introduce a teacher
Path to peace is circuitous – having been modeled unrest, schooled in denial… Expectation envisions a grassy peninsula – gently rolling greens and tranquil blue
Children’s laughter echoes through these halls, and we light on last log against the gathering chill – our hearts aglow with memories – some cherished,
What mysteries lie in ancestral roots, what clues to illuminate the dysfunction that permeated our familial ties, cursed us with a pervasive sense of perversity?