Oct 30
Giving Water to a Drowning Man Lord, when will I feel less like drowning? I grew up listening to country music, savoring the pain songs about tragic romance. Words that pulled me toward a rawer truth, holding close the weight of life’s hard edges. I couldn’t wait until I grew up, got divorced, and wrote …
Oct 24
One for a nickel, two for a dime We’re both waiting, in a way. Me—for caffeine to offer a boost during the drive home. Him—for something less abstract: a dollar, a nod, a moment of being seen. The foam clings to my lip, and I wipe it away without thinking. He wipes rain from his …
