The classical music wakes me slowly. Mozart’s Piano Concerto “Romanze,” I muse drowsily as I stretch my limbs.
Mozart’s music changes to Beethoven, and I consider stretching more heartily during my soft music alarm.
My toe reaches out under the sheets, leg muscles tight but loosening. Ahhhh.
ACK! What did my toe just hit? Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but during much of 2018 I felt like I was swimming Upstream. Each day seemed to bring Just One Damned Thing after Another; other days seemed like A Walk in the Park.
On the personal side, my concussion in May led to the The Longest Nine Months of feeling like I lived in an Alternate Side, a side where writing and teaching and thinking were an Unlikely Pilgrimage. Continue reading
Ginny was worried. Not about just one thing, like the fact that her paycheck would not be enough to pay all the bills this month. She was not worried about just two things, like the rumor that her ex was in town.
No, Ginny was worried about more than a dozen things as she rode the bus from her gray non-descript apartment building in the center of the city toward the more glamorous, clean, shiny suburb 40 minutes away. Continue reading
I make a new friend on a recent trip to my brother and sis (in-law’s) home.
His name is Oliver, and he’s their dog.
This golden lab mix, 5 years old, is about as loving a being as you’ll ever find anywhere on this earth. Continue reading
As Thea regained consciousness she wondered what the ending of her story should be. (https://roughwighting.net/2018/11/30/on-the-last-day/)
And then she wondered which story she wanted to end.
In her fantasy novels, her readers insisted on a concrete “good wins over evil” finale. But as a middle-aged woman, Thea believed that . . . Continue reading
