I am in here.
That is how I am coming to think of the initial set-out of travelling. Sudden overwhelming need for my house, my cats, my furniture, even my bedspread. All the clutter life brings about you, but which you don’t usually think about. A dream around suppertime: My son has had friends over (the ones in the … Continue reading uprooting
Two years ago, I still didn’t know what was happening. I’d taken my son to school, and had heard some vague report on the radio — which I always have on in the car — about some kind of bomb, perhaps, at the WTC. I figured, well, I’ll see it on the news at home. … Continue reading Anniversary day
No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home
white pebble 