Is it a mall, or an airport duty free shop?
Either way, it’s unlike me to be shopping, but here I am, wandering down aisles.
Continue reading ‘Encounter’Is it a mall, or an airport duty free shop?
Either way, it’s unlike me to be shopping, but here I am, wandering down aisles.
Continue reading ‘Encounter’This is a thing that happened. It wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened, but it wasn’t a good thing.
It was the late 70’s, and I was 9 years old.
I must have stayed after school, because no one else was there. I don’t remember why that was the case. Why would I have? I was never in trouble to speak of. Fourth grade… maybe I hadn’t done my homework, but it’s more likely that I’d stayed late to erase the chalk board. Something like that; Teacher’s Pet type of stuff.
It can’t have been for Girl Scouts though, because I was wearing my blue dress, not my uniform. Continue reading ‘#MeToo’
I wonder, in these moments, whether the ache of missing you is really an echo of connection. Is your heart calling mine? Is it letting my heart call yours, if I allow that feeling to linger?
It creeps in, unexpected, in the middle of a sleepless night. Soundless, until the Darkness has pounced, slicing straight into my heart and turning, twisting the knife…
No one chooses you, it whispers its poison in my ear as it withdraws, hoping its attack will have undone me. No one. Never.
And two tears fall, into the ache of my heart. Only two, all I will yield to my flesh. Then I breathe deep and reach for the Truth. Continue reading ‘Antidote ‘
It may be the first time, may be the only time, that I am going somewhere else without having, however accidentally, followed him there.
This time, I am leading.
Going ahead of him.
Going without him.
It’s a small venue – a conference session or a corporate meeting, the audience close enough for him to engage with them a bit as he speaks. From my seat on the sidelines, separate from the main tables, I watch him deliver in his smart, engaging, funny way. Continue reading ‘In the audience’
Just in passing, I read something about self-care.
That you can’t give what you don’t have.
That you have to put your own oxygen mask on first.
And this makes me think of you.
That’s a common enough occurrence; thinking of you comes naturally. Today it’s this topic, but it could be any number of other things that bring you to mind at any time. Or nothing at all; you’re just there in my thoughts.
I don’t feel it, but I am, technically, hanging off the lower half of the planet. If not for gravity I, and the ship I am in, would fall off the world. Would, perhaps, be hurled off into space by the spinning of the earth under us. Continue reading ‘Adrift’
I haven’t seen him in forever, and I’m surprised to find he’s the guest lecturer at a session I’m attending.
It’s wonderful to see him, and afterward, we make plans to get together for dinner… Continue reading ‘A large and looming nothing’
It’s cold and drizzly outside as I step into the arch of the museum lobby. I’ve already spent a leisurely morning at another museum across town, but the Philbrook is supposed to be lovely, and since outdoor activities are presently limited by climate and wardrobe deficiencies, I make it my current priority.
Night. The house is dark. I am uneasy, just for a moment, worried Continue reading ‘Danger in the light’
Could everything I know about relationships… Continue reading ‘But I know so little anyway…’
Seated diagonally, next to each other.
Better for me to hear, but also more intimate, closer to each other. Continue reading ‘The drink’