He took off his black RUSH concert shirt. Gave it to the lady, “Here”. She began to dab my head with it. My voice left me. I was unable to yell, “NO! I don’t want sweaty rocker sweat in my open wound!” but I thought it. She ignored all basic first aid protocols, using a crossing motion, and she baptized me in the name of Lee, Peart, and Lifeson. Brushing off blood and gravel from my face.
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DNA Part One: It Begins
I have a 23andMe DNA kit and I’m not afraid to use it! If you follow my blog or know me a little more than most—like the way one may “know” Nutella after eating half a container—then you’ll know that I am adopted. Orphaned, then adopted. I literally made it 40 years not knowingContinueContinue reading “DNA Part One: It Begins”
Powered by Poetry
Last night at Poetry Night’s open mic I ran into another Mary Oliver fan. I find it exciting to meet new people and hear their story. This poetry fan told me she doesn’t write poetry, she just comes to listen. However, one night, about six months ago, she read the Mary Oliver poem “The Journey”. I wasContinueContinue reading “Powered by Poetry”