A Mother’s Intuition
Lacrosse bag & sticks, snowboards & boots, multiple shoes and sweatshirts all lined the entry, now gone. Simply vanished as if they were never there.
The kids are gone.
A few Coronas are left in the refrigerator.
A Mother’s Intuition
Lacrosse bag & sticks, snowboards & boots, multiple shoes and sweatshirts all lined the entry, now gone. Simply vanished as if they were never there.
The kids are gone.
A few Coronas are left in the refrigerator.
I Don’t Fit In
I was at a charity gala and the auctioneer came up to me and asked how I was. We made small talk as we hadn’t seen one another in two years. Now remember, I just noted, he is an auctioneer. Auctioneers are not quiet or shy by nature. Would you agree? He was no different — a handsome, dark haired man with such confidence he could ask a room full of affluent attendees to donate big $$$ and bid on overpriced auction items, that may or may not be used, or even worth it — but, of course all for a good cause.
Slamming doors
replaced dead silence. The silence is deafening.
A mother’s love of her cub.
The Apple icon now mocks me. [Read More..]