Reality in Beautiful Pieces

Reality in Beautiful Pieces

My friend is sitting at the end of the table across from the chair I am sitting in. The purplish long-sleeve cotton T-shirt she is wearing hugs her body and is radiant against her cream skin. The purple is nearing a deep blue shade, like a jewel. The new necklace hanging down her chest is … Continue reading

Looking Back At Old TV Shows

Looking Back At Old TV Shows

On the rare occasion that we rent a movie at home to watch, it must pass Danith’s litmus test. The movie can be no more than five years old. A film decorated with Oscars or was expensively budgeted or was spearheaded by a respected director does not impress or intrigue him enough even for consideration. … Continue reading

Straddling Two Worlds

Straddling Two Worlds

I grew up as an only child, and I was an easy child. I listened to my parents, especially following my mother’s instructions lest I wanted to suffer her wrath. I studied earnestly. From an early age, I scrubbed the floors, completed the family’s laundry, and assisted with dinner preparation. On the occasions that I … Continue reading

Filled To The Rim

Filled To The Rim

My life is brilliant. My heart is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I’m sure. I’m sitting on the floor of the nursery, with music playing from my phone.  White snow globes with children frolicking around a Christmas tree, along with other gifts of hand lotions and pajamas, and ribbons and wrapping paper and … Continue reading

A Relationship With Time

A Relationship With Time

I first met Time when I was about 27 years old.  Danith was asleep with his back turned to me.  Pluto was snoring in his bed on the floor beside me.  The moon shone through the white sheer curtains in our guest bedroom, making the white beadboard on the one wall glow.  At that moment, I … Continue reading