Coming Out Of My Shell

Move On – Part 4

I exited Part 3 wanting to write THE END but having to beg your indulgence once again; I needed more of your time. I've gotten so used to your company and enjoy it so much I might have been guilty of dragging this out a bit... First and foremost, I'm compelled to turn the spotlight… Continue reading Move On – Part 4

Coming Out Of My Shell

Move On – Part 3

I exited Part 2 sitting on a lawn, willing determined tears not to spill. Ilze leaned forward with compassion and concern, forgetting about whether the boys had eaten enough. It was a vacuum-packed scene - all the air and motion and surroundings squeezed out, my words plastic wrapped, preserved. Ilze didn't flinch, didn't demand a… Continue reading Move On – Part 3