A Moment. A Memory.

Cleaning out not just closets, but computers… I came across this photo from about 6 years ago and it all came flooding back. It’s like that sometimes, isn’t it? I don’t often use the word trigger, but sometimes it is just that. A springboard of sorts taking us down a trail of memories with aContinue reading “A Moment. A Memory.”

You Have A Voice

I used to think they’d laugh at me. That somehow, the entire mass of people would simultaneously point their boney, outstretched fingers at me and yell, UNQUALIFIED! Then throw their heads back in roaring laughter as they bellied out torrents of reverberating shame. I saw them. The middle aged women with out-dated perms in lavender andContinue reading “You Have A Voice”