Dream 01-28-16

We were, once again, in the den, the back room of that house, occupied today mainly by dust and memories. Nana sat near the wall, perched in her recliner like a queen, while I sifted through box after box on the hunt for something in particular, I wasn’t sure what. I don’t know if it…

Young, you are strong in company; old, in solitude. – Goethe

Finding My Road

My most recent ex hated the song Hotel California. He didn’t mind the Gipsy Kings’ version, but he really hated The Eagles. I’m not a fan of all of their songs, but I’m also not a hater. Some people are. This song has meaning for me, and whether my ex liked it or not, it…

Dream 01-25-16

Lying on the scratchy, gold carpet, I gazed up at the cardboard box sitting on the narrow shelf. Inside the box was my completed manuscript. As I reached up to grab it, I tripped on a string draped across the front right corner of the box, which then tipped the box into mid-air. Instead of…