I have always been an outsider; a greaser, a Soda Pop.
A spectator. Never really fitting in, never really getting there.
A moth, butting its’ tiny head against a light bulbs hot glow, over and over again.
It has a lot to do with where I sat in the family unit, I suppose. The last one; the littlest, 6 years behind everyone else. Always trying to catch up, to join in, to feel included.
Making myself as invisible as I could, at the long Christmas table, before I was discovered and exiled to the kids card table in the corner, away from the murmuring, adult magic.Read More