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
Stupid dogs woke me up at 3:00 in the morning with joyful ecstatic barking. There was something lovely and chase-able in the back yard, and they needed to go OUT!
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK . . . HURRY! BEFORE IT GETS AWAY!
So, with murder in my heart, I went downstairs …Dawnings