I wrap my hand around the glass, the beading condensation cool under my finger pads. Some of the Tajin rim is now coating the top of my pointer finger. I bring it to my mouth before I think better of it and then, realize my mistake and swipe it on the cloth napkin resting on… Continue reading Freeballing into the afterlife.
Tag: death
Getting Lost.
Dedicated to John, a mentor and dear friend. Someone I care for a great deal lost someone they care for a great deal recently. I will not tell that story. I will tell another story. And, I want to start in a rather strange place. That phrase I just wrote. Just typed. Lost. I’ve heard… Continue reading Getting Lost.
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