“Son, get behind me.”
In Jr. High and High School, Bonnie Perryman was my 2nd Mom.
I grow weary of saying these goodbyes.
And shards of lightning tore the skin of my back…
Shoved in the back.
Punched in the gut.
You can have A LOT of money and still be poor.
Your life is full of them, the times you are transitioning from one phase to another.
“Hello?”
Last night, I was cleaning out my home office. The flooring people are coming tomorrow, and my office will have to be…
She is staring at me, unblinking, with her right eye.