I have stories.
I have stories. They are written on my skin in creases and lines, tattoos and scars. My body helps me remember and won’t allow me to forget. I have a… Read more »
Category: Musings
What does it take?
To be with me . . . There is no simple answer. No recipe, no formula. No cookie cutter. No outline. But there are requirements. Imperatives. Essentials. Expectations. The first… Read more »
Thursday
I sit in the student commons, listening to snippets of conversation as they float to my ears unfiltered, tuning each voice in and out like so many static-filled radio stations…. Read more »