by M. Lee Adamz Copyright 2023
Dedication
This piece is dedicated to my tribal family with whom I survived adolescence.
Especially J.A. who connected the quantum dots.
Time is no one’s bitch.
This piece “bubbled up” after my precious visit to the place I once lived. -Once survived.
A mid-decade reunion: wise, because years tick by and the world is nuts.
Crone age is gorgeous and delicious. The women –my new, old friends- are saucy and powerful, and kinda’ randy. Good for them.
Men, who were jerks as boys, are sweet, tender, empathic, gentleman-like, and also kind of well…
The conversations that bubbled up really bubbled.
Hot soup for all my friends. Quick, now.
Our clocks are ticking!
M.Lee… It was a thrill to have been able to reconnect after not seeing you since leaving the H/S building.
And to have learned of your life’s tragic lows and amazing highs…!!!
Amazing is what you are… JA
Thank you, dear, dear JA!
This is another winner Melinda!
Our clocks are ticking! I understand.
You know it, girl!
Remarkable, tantalizing, funny, ageless. What a great great piece of writing
“I will not go quietly…” Don Henley.
My brilliant and beautiful friend. I am also embracing my cronehood. Thanks for sharing
Raw authentic and brilliant.
Pure unadulterated talent.
Bravo.