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nowhere
Lynn Colbert Kandrac currently lives in Westchester County, New York with her husband and is the adopted mother of two 4-legged humans disguised as cats. With over three decades as an Educator under her belt, Lynn recognizes that we are all lifelong learners—provided that we choose to be so. He’s a real Nowhere Man, sitting in his nowhere land, making all his nowhere plans for nobody…[1] Whether used as an adverb, adjective, or noun, nowhere is a word that we’ve been conditioned to understand and use as a negative. “He was nowhere to be seen.” “She moved to a nowhere town.” “That comment came out of nowhere.” Nowhere is non-existent.…
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Waving Goodbye on the Way to Heaven
“We should talk.” My mother says this to me from where she sits tucked into the corner of the family room’s L sharped sectional. “It won’t be much longer for me. I want to make sure you have the opportunity to say anything that shouldn’t be left unsaid?” There’s a heaviness and finality to her words. “We’ve be talking our entire lives. There’s nothing we haven’t talked about or said to each other,” I calmly insist. I need her to believe this, so that no worry remains inside of her for me. And this is mostly true except for the parts of my life I edited from her knowledge before…
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Ambushed
March 12, 2020. 12 days after. My tears are like a book tucked away on a shelf. I am content not to check them out. They are obedient and under control. Obedience. Control. I can function if I can control the waves of emotion rising up in me. I am on autopilot. Cruise control. Going through the motions. Moving through each day. Getting by. But today, this book flings itself off the shelf, spills open and demands its story told. Christy’s iPhone vibrates. I’ve watched other calls light up the home screen, usually spam calls leaving no message. Something about the numeric sequence of this call leads me to swipe…
