On facebook about Malik – post from summer 2017

This is a two year old repost of a Facebook post on my timeline. I am remembering that I am not in crisis. My children are safe. I pray for those whose children did not make it to adulthood. I have this creepy unsettled feeling. It has been following me around. It even gets in the car with me when I’m enjoying a ride. I’ve … Continue reading On facebook about Malik – post from summer 2017

Sat at my feet

I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am unworthy. She massaged my surprisingly shaven legs. I had forgotten … Continue reading Sat at my feet