Category Archives: musings

It was in the early months of our marriage. The incident. Somewhere between month one and month four. I know this because we were only in that small apartment for a short time. The apartment was tiny. Really, really tiny. One bedroom–big enough for a bed and dresser. A sort of living room with enough...

I walked into the hair salon a couple of weeks ago and was greeted by the smile of my sweet and talented stylist. I sat down in front of the mirror and she lifted the cape and placed it around my neck and asked the question she asks me every four weeks. What are we...