I dream of dead people

      I dream of dead people. They speak to me. My daughter said my gift was useless. Not much help to anyone. I can’t deny it. It’s true. I’m not exactly sure why I have this gift, if that is indeed what it is. To sing like Carrie Underwood would have come in [Read More…]

McGovern & A Million Mundane Moments

There are these moments, mundane ones usually, when a harsh truth confronts me. Tonight it came while running cold water over Mama’s wire-rimmed glasses. “Where are you going with those?” Mama asked, when I walked out of the room carrying her glasses. “I’m going to wash them. They are dirty,” I replied. I stood there, [Read More…]