WRITING FROM THE EDGE goes to Costa Rica!

Happy Thanksgiving

Today's writing

That night she lay beside Gary, eyes open long after they should have been closed. She knew she wasn’t the ideal wife, nor was she the perfect mother. There had been times she’d wondered if they wouldn’t be better off without her, if she shouldn’t just disappear into the great dust bowl that was the outside world. Such defeatist thinking. She knew that too.

Would they be better off as friends? Then again, could they ever be just friends again? Was there ever any going back?

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Sacramento and Davis

2011, redux

 This was taken at my mom's house, where we stopped for Thanksgiving en route to Columbia, Missouri, where we lived for four months. Lately I've really been missing family.

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