Last year, my husband was driving home from work across an expressway bridge during rush hour. He was hit from the side by a car that didn’t yield. As his pickup spun 180 degrees and slid down the railing toward a precipitous fall into the river, his only thought was, “How will I get out of this one?”
Last night, I had a dream about rats. My husband and I are constructing a new building near our home that will be an altar room for our traditional work. In the dream, the building was there, all complete and filled with our altars and furniture…and rats.
In her isolation, my mother watches the news. She is 89 years old, and she is dealing with a watery eye that keeps her from doing her artwork and writing her poetry. She can write for a bit, but then her eye gets tired.
