Category Archives: Friendship
My silver spoon gets stuck in my mouth when I try to articulate. (spoon: OLWomen.com; apartheid: buzzsouthafrica.com) Advertisements
My friend, if I could exchange places with you now I most surely would.
In the grey light before sunrise you examine the yard and driveway: sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! The new light catches the focus in your eyes, much as it might catch the focus … Continue reading
Little squirrel chirps six feet from my smiling face: half-hearted scolding. (pinterest.com)
You are younger than my daughter, but you are not my daughter. The rich human history of young women and old men is a cross-grain of joyful noise and heartache. Wisdom is the most valuable attribute in both directions, a … Continue reading
Rain taps on my window, but I don’t seem to hear. I’m buried in myself again wondering about this year. It’s gone so fast, it’s almost past, and coming to an end. The wind outside is fitful; the wind chime … Continue reading
Buttered toast sucks up the beef blood on the cutting board to happy noises, anticipating the almost guilty pleasure of savoring the blooded bread. The children ready the tree for Christmas with strings of lights and beads. A lifetime of ornaments … Continue reading
Your eyes are closed as mine are open. Your smooth unblemished lids hold secrets no one can know. When I blink you see me standing behind you in that upstairs bedroom as we watch the sheep below clustered for shearing. … Continue reading
Rum is a sweet sip. My companion is sweetness. I am so lucky.