Melancholy 

Today is my birthday.

Another year concluded with an X on the calendar.

I don’t dare evaluate this past annual, as it was not one I hope to remember. 

38. 

It’s not the number that gets me down, it’s the lack of forward momentum in my life.

Everything seems stagnant. 

Yes, I’m grateful for the fresh start at a new school.

And I am progressing slowly at a new degree. 

But life has thrown me some serious strife and I’ve not handled it well. 

Perhaps this year will be better. Perhaps this year I’ll get some things right. 

I can’t do another year like 37. I don’t have it in me.

Home

Home. Amidst the clutter of my memories- photographs reflecting moments I treasure.  Jingle of keys mark entrances and exits.  Barking greets me at the foyer.  Home.  Where kids retreat to private spaces.  Where love reigns.  Home.  Familiar welcome.

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Print it

Online, a collection of snaps. Occasionally we browse through them. In time, most are virtually lost. So, I vow to print the lot. Glossy or matte, they love being fondled by eager hands that hope to relive the experiences.  Visual candy, sweetening our afternoon. This is why the shutter clicked, anyway.

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Tennessee 

Chattanooga- rock forms to peak: the highway is busier here. The scenery makes up for our slowed pace. In places, ragged rock of amber, brown and grey color frame the road shoulders. High up on hill, large houses look out over the landscape. Cherokee influence is on the many signs . Roadside crosses memorialize loved […]

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Accident

Three officers wander around the shoulder cautiously. Their cars are flashing blue and red to warn us to move over.  Three young men stand, eyes trained on their van as it is settled onto a flatbed. The golden ride is sans bumper – that lays 20 feet away in a crumpled mess. The tires are […]

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On the road

Riding down the highway in Daddy’s Cadi. Ri looks up at the clouds through the sunroof, watching them blow into recognizable formations and transforming moments later into something new.   Chi sits shut away from us, headphones entertaining her as she clutches her phone and plays personal deejay.  Ya is already sleep, resting his head […]

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