We recently went to Cozumel for the weekend. Actually, we were there four days. It was my first time flying, our first time outside of the US, except for long-ago ventures to Toronto, Canada.
My favorite part of the trip: The people.
My biggest disappointment: That we didn’t have 10 more days available to us!
That last picture is of my hubs refusing to leave. We had a great time and would definitely go again.
It’s dark here, so dark, and getting darker by degrees.
Darker than a well, ‘round with heavy metal walls.
Darker than our pasture when coyotes bawl.
Darker than sleet, quickly falling down.
Darker than the future for this love-forsaken town.
Darker than the traveling cookers, making meth.
Darker than the search for still-born breath.
Darker by far than ever I’ve seen.
Darkness that cuts like a guillotine.
An original piece by Lori H. Copyright Feb 9, 2018
“Okay, so what do you want me to do,” she sputtered from across the room, “tell him he can’t come over?”
“No, what I want you to do is have some self-respect!” Her mother’s retort was admittedly spoken at a volume she hadn’t intended to use.
“Fine! If it’ll get you off my back, I’ll take ‘em,” Tiffanie said, referring to the capsules her mom had moments ago taken from her purse. “They won’t stop me from loving everyone, will they?” she asked.
“No, I told you, they’re only going to help you be more selective in your choices for paring.”
“Let’s try them and see…” her mom’s voice drifted off into a fantasy land of imagination where teenagers didn’t give sex away and parents weren’t forced to be gatekeepers for the rest of their lives.