Safe arrival…music to my ears!

There is a deadness that sinks into your soul and burrows ever deeper as it goes. You call his number, but to no avail. "No service available."     He's gone...flying far away through amber skies. You weep. A mother's heart is broken.       I scribbled these thoughts on a sticky note after trying to return my son's phone …

Change, that necessary monster of soul

"Winds of time, winds of change."     I never liked change—oh ruthless fiend tearing at my heart—but change doesn't mind me. He keeps coming back for more. Moving my son, yesterday, tore out a large chunk.     Maybe my aversion to change results from a tendency towards hopeless sentimentality. I move through life in emotional slow motion, reminiscing days …

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