I had traveled a long way already, or so I told myself. I had overcome obstacles insurmountable when viewed rationally, but inexorable when viewed as a condition of reality. My path had forked many times already, with each new crossroad a chance for panic and crisis, and redemption. Hindsight shows the obvious, that each path … Continue reading Crossroads

I was there when you were born, though you don't remember. I was there every weekend to visit you so you wouldn't forget me. I was there for you even when it seemed like I wasn't. I was there with you at bedtime, sometimes. I was there for you in the beginning, and I am … Continue reading I was there…