Lazarus of the Four Days

The memories of my past one month is vague. I remember them by the emotions that circulated through my body each week as my mind continued to be baffled by the sequence of events happening each day and each week as my new life in my new place unfolded. Few things were happening at all…

I Am Something Wonderful

  She’s a sweet lady. But her high expectation and excitement about the exhibit coming up is more than I can take on. N was supposed to come over to drop her framed watercolor paintings, and so I dragged myself out to get to the gallery by 1 pm. I wanted to take mom as…