Yesterday, deep into my writing, I was alerted to the epitome of rudeness. Someone was pounding on my door. It was the kind of sound that can only be followed by the sentence, “Police! Open up”, which, by the way, did not happen. First of all, when I am writing, I am in a trance,… Continue reading Door-To-Door


I will admit when I canceled Easter, I was a little worried about the aftermath. Even though my mother took it well, I was concerned about the emotional residue that might be sprinkled upon me at some point. When I called her yesterday, we had the most delightful conversation. It was reminiscent on how things… Continue reading Aftermath