"I don't like to walk," she said again. I don't either, I thought, and nodded understandingly. But then she said it again, several times. And we nodded and affirmed her until it became clear it didn't matter what we did or said.
Night lights
That night, as we drove home, there was a lunar eclipse. The moon turned red, and I finally fell asleep, longing for home.
Purgatory bound
blog on…
sweeter than wine…
Those who think all teas become bitter if brewed for more than six minutes don't know the secret ingredient. And no, it's not sugar.
