What happens when you drive away from the house that’s been with you since childhood, that Yellow House with the blue room and that guest bedroom downstairs that housed your mother’s wedding dress– what happens when the front stoop is empty? When no one is waving goodbye and the roses have become hedges and her paintings are no longer on the wall?
Category Archives: lifestyle
TENDERLY
In the distance, I hear the pleading words rasping out of my throat: I can’t do this, I can’t do this. I don’t recognize this woman gripping her husband’s arms as if they are the only anchor.