When I’m tired, I just can’t get the words onto the “screen”…I almost typed “paper”….wow.
In my 55 years, many things have changed. Some, for the better, others, not so much. Life used to be simple. At least while I was growing up it was. I’m sure I speak for many of my generation when I say that we felt safe. More often than not, we brought the danger onto ourselves, while climbing trees, riding our bikes down hills at breakneck speed, and diving off cliffs into ponds with uncertain depths. Although we did these things, most of us came home unscathed. A skinned elbow here, a broken leg there, and life went on. There were no seat belts, elbow pads, or helmets. We had no need for “safe places”. Our safe place was home. Time flies huh? Continue reading “Prelude to an Essay”