A hand on my shoulder My mom believed deeply, heavily in symbols. Everything had an extra layer of meaning Nothing was quite what it appeared to be. A fork falling to the ground meant a man was coming by; forget that I am extremely clumsy. A cloudy sky […]
And then there were four: Sunshine and gray skies in Appalachia How happy am I? I’m ecstatic. I’m no “Debbie Downer” this bright (icy) Monday morning. I do not typically like musicals but I feel like singing in the rain today. That is how much of a Debbie […]
Thinking of Holden Caufield while in West Virginia For once in a really long while, I had the opportunity to not think about work. Work stayed clearly out of my consciousness other than the fact that I thought about how I wasn’t thinking about it. For this long […]
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