[Feathers of Hope (Pica)] I live in a place where I can leave my car unlocked, both at home and at work if I should by some chance drive to work. My commute doesn't take me through a war zone, unless you define the Solano County Mosquito Abatement Squad in those terms. [Slow Reads] After I left for college, I began to feel off-balance at home, and not just in Lenore's apartment. I found no horizon to steady me. The sky told me nothing about what I'd find beneath it. Sunshine may be hitting the pines or rain may be glancing off the asphalt, but who could tell from looking at the sky? The weather was hidden in the steel reflected from the rivers. Each summer, I knew my job and little else. [Via Negativa] If I shifted my chair on the porch by as little as three inches to the right or left, everything would be thrown off-kilter. To call me a creature of habit would be a vast understatement. But without such stillness and fidelity, how could I mark the changes? |
[Safety] Late at night, all the grim things I read in the papers catch up with me. Can I really provide a safe space for my daughter as I try to lull her to sleep? -- P. |
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