Woosh. All the air left Bonnie’s lungs. The moments-ago lobby scene with Jackie was bad—well, she admitted it had been a fight. Not like the grasping-and-clawing, utterly gross mudwrestling Bonnie had glimpsed during an online search for one of Pastor Rankin’s sermons, but it couldn’t have been described as a discussion, either.… ...
Friends share secrets, feeling safe in the hearts and minds, that acceptance with be theirs, no matter what. Each of us has a few, one of them being our Father.
But, but, but, but: have you ever repressed a truth? Not a fib, a flub, or white lie, but a lapse, really.… ...
“Let it go,” the Christian smother says.
Let it go. Be free of angst and regret.
And, it strikes me suddenly:
what she really intends is
to be unfettered,
free of listening
to my burdens,
as I have listened to hers.… ...
It’s 5:34 a.m. when we spontaneously awaken, aware of each other as the covers rustle with movement.
We’ve beaten the clock alarm. Again.
Our dear friend had a chemo therapy session – his 5th one, staring down the barrel of wellness to hit a bulls eye.… ...