Joy at Dawn

October 9 Dear Rock Creek Women of Dirt and Dishes, Snow days. Unexpected refund checks in the mail. Being sick on Sunday. How do you spell relief? I lay low, blow un-budgeted cash, and play hooky without guilt to get it. Give myself permission simply to be.  And not necessarily to be responsible. And that’s… Continue reading Joy at Dawn

The Second Chance

He had been seeing a little boy’s head floating above the door in the hotel room.  And they had flown in an airplane they piloted across the mountain to attend Sadie’s wedding in our backyard.  Both of these stories gave us something to chuckle about at the reception.  Grammy drives a respectable Buick, and there… Continue reading The Second Chance

Making Room

I sat at the gate, sweating, praying that the Uber driver coming would be female. It was muggy-hot, like the air needed a good rinsing, and I chugged my Smart Water. The sky had clouded up since I’d sat down, a few raindrops on the sidewalk were disappearing. We’d had a little mix up about… Continue reading Making Room