Running Out of Words and Moving Forward

Turning around, I locked eyes with the trashed 1990s Mercedes parked down the street. “That’s my finish line.” Heel toe, heel toe, heel toe. Excessive pants because I’m out of shape. Seconds into the sprint– “It’s too far. You’re not ready. You can’t make it.” Heel toe, heel toe. Hands on hips. Heel        …

Believing God for hummus and a knife 

“A chai tea and a wheat bagel with hummus to go, please.” Voices behind me grew louder and the girls in front of me got busier. I stood aside waiting for my freshly brewed fix. As I rounded the parking lot I thought, “I really hope she didn’t forget the hummus. Sometimes they do that. Should I pull over and…