Forty-Two Years

The year of 1976, May. Young, naive, impressionable, eighteen years of age, ears glistening with dew.   She prepares, cinching the fabric belt of a washed-out, blue shirtdress with vertical white buttons.   Her hair dark, it glistens purple in the sun as she hesitates toward the door that leads to a career.   The resume is thin… field work, picking strawberries, factory work, packing cheese, one year with an attorney.   The one sits behind a desk. He feelsRead more

Resistance is Futile, Time for a Change

Weekly Writing Challenge: Write a post that will leave readers waiting for more. And, so, the picture tells you that I’m either switching jobs or I need a full time job. Correct? Well, that would be wrong as it’s neither. I am simply in need of additional income, a little something to put in the bank and save for a rainy day…or the next new set of tires. I have struggled with and resisted the idea for three years. IRead more