They cringe and duck when they see me coming. Cue ominous tones… “Oh no, it’s her again.” One asserts bold, “It can’t be time again, we just did this.” And if they spy me before I zero in on [Read more...]
Item upon item stacked And shoved And piled. The overflowing clutter feels like my life. Controlled chaos. A riot of color and texture infuse the tiny space with sumptuous temptations, the lure [Read more...]
A steady flow of strangers swept in and out, like a harried trail of ants. We were drowning in the throes of demolition. Our much anticipated anniversary trip to the Dominican Republic speedily [Read more...]