Mark and the girls left this morning. Soap box racing. They will be gone all weekend.
And so I am all scattered at the moment.
I am looking forward to the time to just sit and think. Looking forward to the quiet. Looking forward to being alone.
But at the moment I am all …Into the past
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We moved to San Diego when I was 16. I have told part of that story before.
And then we were homeless …Chaos embraced
Not long after moving to Michigan, my parents drove us into the small town of Whitehall. Through the small town to the water that lapped up against its edges.
We had moved to Michigan only recently, and I don’t believe we were yet in school.
I was about to enter the 3rd …Glossing over poison
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
My relationship with Mark?
We are calm. We are smooth. He knows me. I know him.
I have no secrets from him except the things I do not speak.
And I mean nothing more by that than this . . . my mind races and churns and connects and puzzles and analyzes and obsesses. …Scorched into my skin