The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Early one morning, I was staring blankly at my computer screen, in an utter fog, wishing I weren’t allergic to caffeine, when the following message from my friend G popped up in Facebook Messenger: “Hello Barbara?” I knew right off the bat that this couldn’t be G. First of all, he would never call me …

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Decades ago, I was walking my dog after a hard rain and I slipped on a wet, grassy slope. My feet flew above my head. I went down hard. I mean, really, really hard. It knocked the wind out of me. As I helplessly slid down the hill, everything went bright white. I couldn’t see, …

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