On The Wall

Here I am again, sitting on the warm stone wall across from my grandmother’s house. This wall is my safe place. The shade of a tall crooked oak tree overhead makes the hot summer Texas day seem cooler. My friends, tiny brown ants, move among the cracks in the wall beneath me. I flick them away as I speak kind words to them.

Her house stands perfectly manicured as if ready for a photo shoot for a home magazine. No doubt, she’s watching me from her front window to make sure I’m safe.

I wonder if everyone has a place like this they can visit in their minds when everything in their world begins to fall apart.

Every summer of my youngest years, my mother sends me to stay here with my grandmother. It’s the only sanity I know until much later in life.

For the most part, that’s what I’ll be writing about-how craziness and trauma in life eventually comes together for a purpose.

I hope one human being may be helped and/or intrigued by my journey.