There are two foodbanks the city I live in that I make use of, one at a Catholic church that requires you live in the parish, another run by the city, and both limit your visits to once every 60 days.
Human beings are born with an innate sense of caring for one another, whether because of a very basic need for social interaction and reliance on the group as a whole, or just the plain innocence of childhood before it’s ripped asunder by life in general.
Man, it was hard, though, and is it ever still. There are leaps ahead often followed by stumbling falls backward, but generally there’s that thwumpsnick sound of my feet getting sucked back down into the mud, and there’s me with both hands trying to pull it back out to take another step.
The closet in the basement of my mind where Amy lives creaked open at that point and she casually walked up, wrapped her lizardy arms around me, and whispered, “There there, you rest now.”
This morning, I woke up from a dream where I was speaking in front of a small group about my experiences. Before you think that’s an ambition of mine, let me tell you flat out that the idea alone scares the crap out of me, and I’m pretty sure facing it in reality would make … Continue reading Miles to Go Before I Sleep