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”