Your post pushed me into the muck of jealousy. So I promoted it. It’s the best way to scramble out of that slimy green pit. Most times I share simply because your words sing. But now, of course, you’ll wonder. Word Count: 40 Today’s Reading: Luke 9-12 In the stillness, Sandy
when jealousy visits
Jealousy is one of the occupational hazards of being a writer, and the most degrading. And I, who have been the Leona Helmsley of jealously, have come to believe that the only things that help ease or transform it are (a) getting older, (b) talking about it until the fever breaks, and (c) using it […]
Of Sore Throats and Green Hearts
She’s crying. “My throat hurts.” I feel her forehead and then go rummage in the bathroom drawer–through dumped Band-Aid boxes, ointments, alcohol wipes, the outer ring of an adhesive tape roll, a plastic medicine cup, a nasal syringe, and spilled cough drops to find the thermometer. “Open your mouth.” I shine the flashlight into […]
