Long, Beautiful…Where?

In the notes I found recently, one of the lines says, “History of My Hair.” Since the hair on top of my head is mostly gone, perhaps “Eulogy of My Hair” might be more accurate. When I was a kid, my hair rarely got very long, and my mother favored a crew cut. Looking inContinue reading “Long, Beautiful…Where?”

Promises…In the Dark…

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you? I’m standing in a completely dark room. There might be a power blackout. Or it could be a dungeon. Perhaps the person in front of me is blindfolded. In any case, she asks, “What do you look like?” “Tall. Incredibly handsome. A luscious headContinue reading “Promises…In the Dark…”