Run Away

She was walking on the beach. It was all she ever really wanted to do these days. She had run away from home at last. Not far away, not so far that she wouldn't go home Sunday afternoon. But for now, she was here, and she didn't have to think about the inevitable. She'd been … Continue reading Run Away

Control

I have turned out to be a controlling old hag. I won't give details 'cause it doesn't matter, but over and over this year, I've had to notice my own tendency to want to manage how other people live their lives. Um, particularly all these people I live with. It's how I manage my anxiety. … Continue reading Control

Sunday Love

Poetry. That kind of love. It's a day for poetry, and I don't think this was written as a poem, and yet it is one. If you can't see the image, it's a picture with three birds and some greenery. It reads “Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding … Continue reading Sunday Love