Tales from the High Road…
I consider it a gross abuse of my kindness and familial obligation to be tardy to an event you have asked me to help you with. OMG! Case and point: Helping my brother move the last pieces of furniture from his old apartment to his new one. He asks for my help because I have a truck and trailer (I totally “fit in” here in Texas, who knew?). I told him I wanted to get started at 9am because (SURPRISE!) it is still hot in Texas in September, and lately, by noon the heat is in the high nineties and I am even less interested to do any heavy manual…
Navigating Uncharted Waters
Stuff from NJ inbound means nothing ties me to that black hole anymore. Every step forward in the new apartment is uncharted waters.
Have Passport Will Travel
The marriage cost me years of travel. Now I'm divorced, I have a passport, and for the first time in a long time I feel like I have permission to hope and dream.
