I’m more excited than I should be typing this, but I can’t help it. By this time tomorrow, I will be out of Atlanta and in the company of my sisters, my mother, and my nephew on the other side of the country. It will be my first real chance to step away and review the true status of my …
Question to anyone reading this: did you get enough sleep last night? Be honest. I won’t tell anyone. No? Me, neither. And I know you’re not being flippant when you answer, because I’m not being flippant, either. I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Or enough sleep two nights before. And I certainly wasn’t getting enough sleep two weeks ago. …
When I was a child, I used to have a simple, recurring fantasy about escaping from my mundane life. I would imagine walking down a long dirt road or an abandoned railroad wearing nothing but the clothes on my back. Even my feet would be bare as I dangled my sandals from two fingers and let the ground wear away …
