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!