I was ten and he was four when our parents divorced. He lost more than I did in that event. He was losing married parents. I only lost a man who scared me. A man I called dad but only because he was on paper and I was too young to know the difference. We …
Putting you away
In reality, I want to put you away. I want to store you conveniently in a box under my bed where I only need take you out on occasion. Instead, you are a constant presence. You are in most everything I imagine from fleeting thoughts to dreams and everywhere in between. I know you are …
Dixie's Road Trip 