We are little, little things. waves, wind, and we are gone. gone.
and if we are not gone? what then?
and that may be all there is, right?
do with that what you will.
A used-to-be wife and an always-mother/woman who is confused and limited by the words themselves...how to separate things? Dealing with Divorce, schools, kids and self...wanting to delight and surprise with words and depth, all while letting go of what I thought was Myself... now that I've really come out of hiding... what to do? blog?! shite.