The girls generally ride the bus home from school.
They get home at about 4:00, maybe a little earlier.
Not so long ago, I stood with my afternoon cup of coffee and stared out the large front bay window into our neighborhood. The sky had that weird greenish cast I associate with tornadoes, except …White spaces
People? I have put up a birthday guest post over at the lovely Kisha’s house!
My post is called Filled with Grudge.
Because people? That’s how I fucking roll.
Click and read . . . that’s where the party is.
Daylight Savings Time pisses me off.
11:30 last night and …Permeable
When I was a very small girl, I often used to sit with my mother as she bathed.
If I close my eyes, I can see her pale soft flesh reclined in the soapy water. The dark lush auburn of her mermaid hair as it floats about her face. Her everywhere freckles that seem …Small closed rooms
On a short dirt road lined with tiny houses we lived.
In my memory there are eight houses lined up side by side on one side of the street, the other side of the street quickly giving way to swamp and dampness.
Maybe seven houses?
Oh my god . . .
…Beneath the folds
A Psychology professor once told me (well, not me specifically, because that would have been weird) that he had an enhanced ability to smell fear, and that the smell? Nauseated him.
And so? When it came time to administer exams, he would hand out the test materials and then flee the room. Our test-taking …Stretched taut