She didn’t have any idea how to proceed. And yet, she knew that she had to do something. Charles’s body was splayed out on the kitchen floor. The longer she hesitated, the worse things would look for her.

Josette has called me several times over the past few weeks to remind me that I have not posted the rest of Riding The Wave (in case I didn’t remember).

I had every intention of finishing it.

But stuff happened, and i lost the energy for it…..

Speaking of people watching, I was in the store hanging up “Coming Soon” signs in the display window when this guy in a t-shirt, jeans, steel-toed boots, and a hard hat walked by.

Rachel, to my surprise, also saw it coming. Kids are funny like that. It didn’t mean that the divorce was any easier on her, just that she knew her parents were on a very rocky road

Closing on Fridays was no big deal because back then, folks actually hung out in interesting places on summer evenings. The only folks in the mall were high school kids waiting for their movie start time

Dr. Lisa Hamilton, the woman supposedly best suited to help me deal with my condition, is so not my image of a psychiatrist.She keeps a pair of running shoes by the door and has a model kayak on her desk.

I call it “riding the wave”. What else could you possibly call it? You can’t stop it once it gets started, so you may as well go with the flow with as little resistance as possible

I unlocked all my FictonBytes. Have at ‘em. And don’t forget to tell me what you think.

I woke this morning to the sounds of birds tweeting outside my window. Real birds. I can’t remember the last time I actually heard real birds tweeting outside my window.

I have no illusions about life in Charleston. I hate the heat and humidity, the backwards politics, the overt and subtle racism. And yet I am steering my car straight into the belly of the beast.