150th
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The decision about using a piece of writing will often come down to one line. Sometimes I’ll write an entire essay around it, sometimes it will be the thing that gives me the oomph to continue through the yucky first draft.
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For the kind of trip we’d never have again, living in an RV for 2 years. But once we left life on the road, I realized just how much adventure was left whether I slept in a house or a trailer.
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The continuation of the vignettes turned into a way to remember where we’d been. I can look back and remember things I wouldn’t otherwise, which makes me the richer. It puts a real smile on my face and has me consulting a map on the next one. Whether they are read by anyone other than me, these vignettes have allowed my past to develop into full color and stay that way - despite and because of the sunshine of our attention.
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Here are ten of my favorite “lines” in these stories.
Click on the pictures to read the entire vignette.
The fear is an amoeba coating my hands and tongue.
The fear is an amoeba coating my hands and tongue.
Maybe the vocabulary of that kind of caring is: yes, I will carry you, if you need it.
It’s impossible to hold the porcelain of those feelings and a logical explanation in my hands; I’ll drop one or both and they will certainly shatter.
I think, but do not utter, "I hope that you do someday"
I think, but do not utter, "I hope that you do someday"
open your hand and
let the swirling ball of
regret, guilt, and unfulfilled wishes
rise in the air.