What use were the pink, feathered wings attached to the headless mannequin … flight? The broken escalator possessed better direction. Yes, i’m in the mall again, wondering what cake i am if the main ingredients are hate and frustration overwhelmed by a dollop of sadness. I can’t be that smiling Toddler that’s holding Mommy’s hand. There is only now and a future that will become Now. There’s the Old Man battling to descend the stairs, one crutch at a time (or is that one victory at a time?). I certainly … Continue reading →