My entire kitchen is instant smoke and blackness. I’m standing in the eye of an explosion. Am I alive? Burned? Maimed? Cut? Bleeding? ,Lifetakes: Waiting for My Miracle,My entire kitchen is instant smoke and blackness. I’m standing in the eye of an explosion. Am I alive? Burned? Maimed? Cut? Bleeding?
The phone call, from the most popular boy in kindergarten, asking for a playdate with my son, brought back all the memories of my awkward initiation into the fourth-grade class,Windows: Brave Old World,The phone call, from the most popular boy in kindergarten, asking for a playdate with my son, brought back all the memories of my awkward initiation into the fourth-grade class
Realization dawned: This was not a secret addition to our own house; it was simply a sneak peek into our neighbor’s home.
You have such a small window of opportunity between too soon and too late that, unless you keep a very close eye on it, you’ll miss it completely.
I don’t live here, I’ve got to go home. Will I ever recapture the connection I feel here, on this little porch?
And I? I so badly wanted to tap into the joy. Yes, of course this was my job, yada yada yada.
