The voice of the new middle aged American Woman.
That damned asshole caw bird is screaming again as I gingerly step into the shifting sand. Cicadas buzz, uncaring as well. The rocks of the lake bed are slippery, so I test my weight with each step. The water’s warmer than I expected. Because the morning mountain air is cool, I expect the water to be freezing. It isn’t. It feels good.
It Had a Little Diamond in It
My boots crunch a heart-shaped locket into the once paved suburban road. It barely registers in my brain. I’m worn out. Spent. Shoulda held up in the woods before town for a day or two, but I don’t want to miss Alex.
Meghan and Me;
A number of lifetimes ago, I found myself in a bad place in life. Trapped. Couldn’t see my way out of it. Couldn’t see where to go, what to do, or how to do it. Surrounded by a horde who didn’t appreciate me. In fact, the crowd around me had become spiteful and hostile.
Two is Better Than One
My Roger, He’s a Trumphead. A confederate flag hangs in the front yard. He can rattle off ten complaints about the Biden administration in less than five minutes. He hates the fact that Biden shut down the oil pipeline and put people out of work.