Dreaming In Color

Every time I walk by the new-to-me treadmill, I swear I hear its syrupy judgments. “All that downtime, staying barefoot? Can’t put on some tennis shoes? Looks like someone’s avoiding me.” It sits there, looming—watching me when I breeze into the office, when I sit down to schedule clients, or when I casually pass byContinue reading “Dreaming In Color”

This Is Who I Am (Book Part 33)

Prior I follow behind Kent in my car, careful to keep my distance as we wind through the hills of this majestic terrain. The layered reds, browns, and creams remind me of the inside of a fancy cake. I reach for my camera to capture the view, but the motion blurs everything. Eventually, a gravelContinue reading “This Is Who I Am (Book Part 33)”

The Welcoming Committee (Book Part 17)

Previous My senses are bombarded with exhaust fumes, window-rattling bass, and many busy drivers I must keep attention to. A DJ on the radio speaks at an auctioneer’s pace, “Come on down to”—some car lot, I don’t catch the name of—”and spend that hard-earned Sturgis money on a brand new 2012…” Spying a turn offContinue reading “The Welcoming Committee (Book Part 17)”