It’s funny. When you start writing sometimes you don’t know where it’s going to go. This has been one of those times.

This was written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto, which I love to do but haven’t done as much recently as I would have liked. Thanks, Sue. The photos are always incredible!

Light

“Just you wait, dear. You’ll see the light at the end of the tunnel,” my Grandmother’s friend says as she pats my hand.

I have no answer, so I barely smile. I don’t want a tunnel. I do want a light–my light who thought joining the Marines was a good idea. How could that ever be a good idea when these altercations in the Middle East show no sign of ever abating?

Sam Rodriguez and I fell in love in high school. He was the star of the soccer team and I was the editor of the school newspaper. We were complete opposites until he started quoting Pablo Neruda and Jorge Borges and Emily Dickinson, the last completely flooring me.

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