Randy and I went to my mother’s house recently. The family was together for the last time until Christmas.
My oldest son, Zach, got a promotion and he and his new wife are moving 2 hours away. I am happy for him and sad for me, but it’s not too terribly far away.
A reader alerted me to an article about the children of a mentally unstable parent.
Just when I think I have a handle on all the reasons I am who I am, I read an article and another vein opens.
The weather turned off stupid hot again. The humidity makes the air taste like dirt and exhaust soup.
Right now, thunder rolls in the distance. There’s no rain yet, but it is coming. No more dirt and exhaust soup.
