I thought I knew pain, that it struck and then left glancing blows – maybe bruises at worst, slight ache at best – but now I know hooks. Pulling and tugging when I am not prepared because I do not control the string – maybe punctured at best, ripped apart at worst – wondering how I [...]
August 15, 2010 Leave a Comment
April 25, 2010 Leave a Comment
Sticks and stones.
The beach was empty except for Sabine and I, that mid-September day back in 2004. Our three-week vacation in Washington state was nearing an end and we’d headed to the ocean for a few days. She walked down the beach, picking up shells and driftwood, and I looked back at the path we’d climbed down [...]
April 8, 2010 Leave a Comment
