Roger’s Pantera. It went fast and it was REALLY loud. I could hear him coming at least a mile away with the low vrub-vrub-vrub, vibrating widows and such. Conversations in the car were impossible, what with muscular steel torqueing through bodies. I remember riding in the car, snuggling baby Cimcie curled up on my lap (before […]

When I picked up Roger’s iPhone, after his last breath, a long time passed before I remembered to breathe. I froze. Some people do feint at the sight of death; maybe they forget to breathe? I was amazed that I could breathe. But why was I breathing and not him? Why did Roger, who exercised […]

Don’t get your socks all in a bunch. They are only words, right? I am a tree–felled by ax, thunder storms or bad ideas. Mainly boys, carve into my bark. Ouch! Don’t they know I bleed? The uncut tree numbers are less each year, leaving no bark to carve. The shade is disappearing. So, I […]