The hypnotic lure of the cacao bean…she stopped typing. The task on her computer screen had suddenly become fuzzy and insignificant. Her mind zig zagged, and swerved, colliding with her stomach; a duo both dangerous and determined. Together they chanted…”chocolate. chocolate. Chocolate!”. The relentless chatter was smothering all reason. Her body surrendered, tickled and surging with desire. She pushed back hard on her chair and headed towards the kitchen.
Read MoreWithin the uncertainty of that change, there remains the pushed-down reality of what existed before, and is still here. Today she is not writing about flowers and sunsets, but instead about the daily muck. In her and Kevin’s day to day, it is cancer. Always prominent; now with more uncertainty and added risk. It is not about her, it is about the one she loves. Kevin’s story has become intertwined with hers. This virus is changing them in many good ways. They are thankful for much. They are, however, perched at the peak of awareness.
Read MoreShe stayed on her simple, secret path, searching for a hiding place to wash her feet and bury the remnants of paint. She scrubbed without scrutiny. She buried her residue without consideration. Yet behind her, in the middle of the street, her footprints remained. The murky imprints of paint, her undeniable mark, was already dry. The enamel had altered the street and damaged the path. The paint was setting hard, baking-in, and becoming an inevitable, unsought layer of the pavement…
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