My friends are having babies
Or they already have a baby or two with a vasectomy penciled in on the calendar
I am made of the twisted ladders of DNA from all who came before. Each contributed a droplet of blood. Each bequeathed a snippet of memory to produce those déjà vu moments that perplex and delight me. Each lived so I could live. Without one, I would not exist.
I became a vegetarian in 1988. Years of being an animal rights activist led me to…
Tiny pieces of cracked glass.
Every breath threatens to shatter these buried fibers even further.
Splinters leaving slivers of loneliness lodged in my chest.
The transition of a family.
I am listening to Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss sing Whiskey Lullaby and watching some of…