My Fire

When I want to talk but I don’t want to talk to my husband, because he’s too close, and I don’t want to post it out of Facebook, because that’s too distant, I come here. Mostly here it’s talking out-loud to myself but I also think that it ends up being a bar-side wine-chat with just the right friend, that at any given time the words are there for the sweet heart who needs them. It has happened to me so very often that I feel able to hold out this hope. Continue reading “My Fire”

Lunch Break

Yesterday I made a spur of the moment decision to have lunch at The Bald Strawberry (in Melbourne FL), grab myself some vegan, gluten-free yumminess, not quite ready to re-hermit up at the house and hoping for a creativity charge there because I like the space.  I park and amble down the sidewalk, talking to myself, and as I enter the restaurant a very animated woman meets me at the door. Continue reading “Lunch Break”