Into the Wilderness: Story 48 And then there was Joe. I didn’t want to pull this string. I let it dangle until I singed the threads, a definite end. He was smart, kind, gentlemanly, open minded, polite. I don’t remember how I met him, only that he was more enthusiastic about dating me than IContinue reading “Average Joes, Strings Part 3”
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The violence inside
Into the Wilderness: Story 47 When you grow up in a family with rage, the violence festers inside you. It fuses with your genes, a biological link now passable to future generations. I know this because I am the angry daughter of a furious man. I have borne a child who simmers and seethes; angerContinue reading “The violence inside”
Mamma’s daughter
Into the Wilderness: Story 46 June marks two sad milestones for my sister and me. On June 15, 33 years ago, our dear mother passed away. June 29 would have been her 88th birthday. In some years, these dates slip by, the loss a pattern of early summer, as familiar as the still-blossoming trees, theContinue reading “Mamma’s daughter”
Strings, Part 2
Into the wilderness: Story 45 Here’s another string I didn’t pull. It’s a handsome young man, military, muscled, groomed. He sat next to me in Middle English Language and Literature. He broadcasted unfiltered masculinity; he also was an English major. We became friends, often sitting on the grass of the University’s central grounds in frontContinue reading “Strings, Part 2”
Walk the Moon 