A Space of Change, Embraced
A great whoosh of the air she’d been holding inside. The strong glow up ahead, a blinding, gold light. Forward, the way not the left, not the right. The past, it’s left behind, with all of it’s fright. Breathe in the new scents, the new tastes, hear the sound of the woman’s voice clear, and…
What was that? early morning waking and spine still creeping with crawling ants and a nice policeman at the thickly padded door. Waking and wondering at the man inside her kitchen, doing dishes, who was he? this blend of old and new, she’d thought more of old until that odd door swung open. A clean…
A few Februarys ago, I decided to rearrange my living room, give it a good vacuum. As I moved a side table, I found a large fragment of bauble left over from our “Frozen” themed Christmas tree. You know–all blues and silvers and whites. It was a beautiful tree that year. The cat liked…
