I think about how so many things have changed. Perhaps it isn’t yet ornery teenagers that we are fending off, but I can see the shift in the making.
The gremlin is ruthless in his accusations.
After defeat, it was our reawakening.
It has come to my attention that I am a pervert.
When we hear of hard-knock cases that have had to move their families into shelters, or new countries for that matter, to escape poverty, war, natural disasters, danger, we say, “Well if that was me, I’d…”
The reality is that it isn’t us. Until it is.
I knew there was something wrong with me. I assumed it was because the labor was so difficult. If I waited long enough, all of my bad feelings would suddenly go away.
There are strange voices in my house.