An old clinical social worker friend came to mind this afternoon. I miss her knack for defusing awkward social situations with tongue-in-cheek psychiatric advice. I miss her irreverence. If she’d been around me today and yesterday, I think she’d have said something along the lines of “Looks like Mr. B could use a few doggy […]
This afternoon I’ll drive to Tryon to visit with my friend Peter. We’ll grill the ribeyes I marinated overnight in terryaki sauce and we’ll talk. It feels strange that so much time has passed since our last cookout and stranger still not to be planning to spend the night in his basement bedroom, but flood […]
Many times during the 17 years we lived together, I said of Janet that she walked with the angels. By which I meant that, no matter how scattered or careless she was, no matter how many times she fell backward into her life, invisible hands seemed to scoop her up and set her gently down. […]
