Monthly Archives: October, 2007
One of my biggest regrets about my last crisis was not blogging it. So here goes.
“I think,” I say, my voice small, “that I need to move home again.” MadFather is absolute non-judgement as we drive through the night, my stuff packed all around us. Indeed, instead of talking, he fills the car with music, hands me his hankerchief. The drive is so familiar to me, my hands in knots, …
