Raising Zoeyjane

I don’t talk much about it here, but everywhere else, when the conversation or writing on the screen calls the conversation, I’m talking. I know I’ve been away. I haven’t been posting much lately and some readers, knowing my ups and downs, I suppose, have emailed out of concern. I’m okay. I’m better than okay. [...]

I’m going up, locked in at waist and chest, but there’s enough space between the gulf that my hipbones protrude from and protection that I’m not safe. I know this. Still, I can’t help but wonder at the blueness that surrounds me. The single seagull, swooping, as if in slow-mo, calling someone far away. He’s [...]

The post in which I go hippy-dippy and out myself as back in the ex’s saddle again.