Bequest

The room was designed to intimidate. The oversized partners desk and chair made any visitor feel Lilliputian. I sank into the antique, leather wingback opposite the solicitor who ruled the domain, my toes barely brushing the floor. The Wallis family retainer for generations, this would be the final last will and testament Raymond Blackburn, Esq.,…

Outside looking in

Every two weeks I have my nails did. For an hour someone pampers me, buffing my nails and painting them so they are all shiny, then gives me the nicest hand massage. It’s something little I do for myself, it’s an hour to just relax. This morning was my day at the salon. When I…

Hope for the next generation

Home for a short visit, my College Kid and I were discussing the recent North Carolina primary, and Amendment One that defines marriage “solely as a union between a man and a woman.” We are both in favor of same-sex marriages. When she turned 18, and was still living at home, her first ballot as a legal adult,…

Simple days

After so many years married, they still walk hand in hand. Their fingers naturally reaching out, intertwining into a perfect fit. A playful lift of his brow, a secret passed between them, and her cheeks blush school-girl pink. Calling out their front door as he leaves for work in the mornings, she favorably critiques his callipygian…