The Inner Curmudgeon

Signing up at the local bookstore for a Tarot reading. Along the back of the shop there are these little rooms where the person reads your cards. Enough for two chairs and a table. The woman reading for me is a bit scattered, her arm in a cast, she threw the cards. I...

PTSD. Quaking. Shaking.

Rolling over in bed, hubs is getting dressed “Sniper shot 12 police officers in Dallas, 5 are killed.” First thought? 1968. Martin Luther King killed. Bobby Kennedy killed. Asbury Park. Race riots of 1968…Democratic Convention. Peace Marches. Riot gear. Protestors....