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