Getting better one day at a time
Following my 1-year old baby cousin around the house, we open and close the cabinets. A click signals the release of the magnet that keeps the door latched. The door swings open, guided by a bundle of pudgy little fingers. Not yet sure of himself, …
Such anticipation. Bubbling up and simmering down in the pit of my being. That tiny light blue-lined notecard keeps me on track, distracting me from the distractions lining the wall of my skull, zipping around, my own personal electromechanical ticker. All that I hope and …