twenty years to the day

by | Oct 16, 2022 | a question

If the eight year old version of me could see me now I know what he would think. First he’d be surprised we made it passed twenty six. Never thought we’d be so old. Next he would be glad we could grow a mustache. He would note that we’re not as tall as we thought we’d...

the way they are

by | Sep 21, 2022 | rambling

They think “but surely not I” when it comes to her. She has told me so much and I know her so well, surely not I. She says she hates, and wants to be left alone, but I am the exception. She can’t be what she says she is, I know her too well. Her exaggerations about...

a thought 9/19/22

by | Sep 19, 2022 | a thought

There is something remarkable about knowing a house intimately. Being able to walk about in the dead of night without bumping into any furniture. Understanding the difference between the unique creeks of the doors and floorboards. I remember about twenty years ago...