Stories

I don’t dream about my mother,not bluntly,but last night I dreamed of New Orleansand a room that holds a trace of her, Valerie where she has never been.I left the five of hearts on the altarin the old worn house,where hundreds come and leavea little bit […]
I don’t dream about my mother,not bluntly,but last night I […]
And here is the December piece of my alphabetized journal, […]
Part 3 in my process of alphabetizing my Fall 2024 […]