“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
Sometimes I do not accept the reality with which I am being confronted because it’s too damn painful. I found myself wandering around The National World War II Memorial Museum in New Orleans several weeks ago and I have been grieving ever since. The museum is a complicated construction of five large warehouse type buildings, chock-full of […]
This morning I am sitting in my mother’s place. It’s early morning at the lake, the weather is as off as my mood, foggy, cool, placid. There is movement on the water, always movement, flowing north. Early morning is the best time at the lake. It is quiet and peaceful. Sleep still has me in […]
Living in the Gap 