You Are Where You Shop

When we go into a store: a candy store, a hardware store, an art supply store, a music store, a bookstore, and we feel that deep connection to the stuff for sale there, we know we are with our things; that one of our selves knows about this place, uses this stuff, and shops here regularly.  

A Real Find

Yesterday was a cold damp day. I’d been reading Where the Crawdads Sing and thinking about abandonment.  I wasn’t abandoned like Kya, the protagonist in that book, but I was abandoned psychologically. My mother was checked out, and always in some feud with her own family: her mother, her twin sister, her brothers. I didn’t … Continue reading A Real Find