Dark Thirty

Time stops in the dark. Before dawn, it yawns and stretches. Putters. Lingers. Moseys. Puts on coffee. And sits. Waits. Makes room. I remember endless time before clocks and counting, when the first day of school and the last stretched out like Highway 16, Macon to Savannah. Nowyearscram instead of c r a w l… Continue reading Dark Thirty

Chautauqua

I hadn't really wanted to get up when the alarm went off, but I did because she'd asked me to come.  This was the daughter who'd recently begun to like me again, and I wasn't going to miss it. Josie Love was in art school for the summer and had invited me for her mid-summer… Continue reading Chautauqua