I was Much Afraid too

My sister prodded. She was brave charging through boundaries turning carts of questions safely hidden in my head. I knew why. I knew. It was an assumption- I'd get married. Have kids... do whatever my parents did. It weighed on me, even at ten. This idea that I would acquiesce my life accepting my fearful… Continue reading I was Much Afraid too

A call for the aged

What will you do when your face frowns deep creases grow and you've lost your youthful glow? What when bladders can no longer contain what for years you emptied in a private latrine? Now your hands are crippled aged bones. Now your muscular thighs give out from your stroke. Now you look up from your… Continue reading A call for the aged