Omaha

When I was young, the thought of change scared me to death. Nightmares of moving out of my childhood home robbed me of sleep. My heart broke when friends were forced to move away. I wept tears over the transfer of our old refrigerator from the kitchen to the basement. Change was not my friend. […]

March 19 2017

Wrote the following piece nearly three years ago. Things change in sometimes drastic measure. What strikes me about this work is the voice in it. I recognize myself here. Young as I was. Young and idealistic and in love. My how things change. We woke up together, as we usually do. I, ever the pushy […]