I decided to forget you, take our short-lived time and our out-of-balance memories and shove them out out of my mind, out of my life. I decided to forget you, and how you made me feel. Your yo-yo of great proportions and your decidedly unsure stance provided a stone path for me, and this decision. […]
When she told me that your mother had died, I felt the whip crack against my soul and I saw you scream and drop the phone. Never before have these miles between our mothers and us been felt more keenly than today at 1455 . . . or two fifty five. My coworkers saw my […]
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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