Photo by Artem Bali on Unsplash I can’t help But reach out to you, Say hello: Are we friends? We once knew one another? Please let it be true. The first thing you notice about A is her eyes. Dark, large, luminous, her eyes are ones that see so deeply, lovingly, and well, that crinkle in… Continue reading Saying Hello–Do We Know One Another?
View story at Medium.com This is how it goes: You’re quiet, smiling, polite, Unknowing, unknown… She rushed into the cookie exchange party, garbling out chunks of her horrific day, apologizing for the store-bought cookies festively cello-wrapped with a jaunty bow on top. Exuberant wine glass threatening to douse newly installed hardwood floors, M worked… Continue reading Where are the Cookie Ladies?!
Time to say goodbye But not for always, just now We’ll meet when it’s right A woman that I met through a local writer group is leaving our group to pursue other writing ventures. Rather than focus on her engaging, frustrating fantasy novel, she’s going to put her dynamic, wide-open self into experience-based, smart… Continue reading Writer and Story Part Ways…
Digits switch places Flip, reverse, spin, hide, and dance Caller barks, time drains… Summer, 2017 Let’s do something, we decided. Desultory ideas were offered. Dinner? A concert? Summer shines as cherished down time from challenging demands at school, work, and exacting logistical management of home and family schedules. We don’t often get together in the… Continue reading Untrustworthy Numbers
Sam nodded at Courtney, gave her hand a quick, polite squeeze. She dropped her purse onto the floor and took a sip of her hot chocolate. “Cold hands, warm heart, right? Sit down. Stay awhile.” She opened her book and started reading. Courtney sidled into a chair next to the one where Bernice’s books tumbled… Continue reading The Insomniacs Book Club #3
Rupture safe limits Tell a good bad break story When others inquire A librarian friend is wearing a large black medical boot to allow a torn tendon to heal. It’s a necessary, inconvenient evil during summer’s long, hot, humid days. She wants it off as soon as feasible. When I exclaimed over the boot… Continue reading Here’s How It Happened
I miss you more Than I need to be mourning our past I want my old friend Friends are scattering off to wonderful new adventures, long-dreamed-of opportunities. We celebrate, exchange gifts, and cheer one another on. Then the reality slams hard — of distance, of missing connections, of brewing a cup of coffee that is not… Continue reading Friends of the Heart