in between breaths, there is life. in between lives, there is us. the us that breathes, and lives.
First camera
I was barely six. Just arrived from California to live with grandmother. I discovered in grandmother’s room a closet full of magical things. National Geographic magazines, rings, bracelets and pictures, beautiful pictures of people who looked like me. Who stared at the camera with dignity. Images i wanted to reproduce. My grandmother then showed me…
Coffee
Coffee My father introduced me to coffee, not the drinking of it, the enjoyment of it. He would stir at his recliner and sip his coffee while reading the paper, or just listening to the news. The cup was hot, black and well sweetened. He would not let me drink from his cup when i…
Picking up after father’s life
Picking Up Father's Life We arrived at the large house where my father now rented a room. He had once lived in the main part of the house when the woman who owned the house was alive, and they both had a relationship of some kind. Now, his room was a tiny box, full of…
One
One One's plan for retirement should not include a gun, and a suicide note. Number of items in Amazon Wish List: 115 The UPS driver knows me by name. The neighbors think I am rich as they count the packages left at my door by UPS, FedEx and the postal service every day. The credit…
Graycloud 