Holy Wall Street

My fella grew up with very, very little in the way of material resources or goods. I grew up with 3 siblings and a blue collar, self-employed dad and a stay-at-home mom; six mouths to feed and very little extra to go around. Luckier than many, yes, but not remotely wealthy.

My fella put himself through college and worked full-time. Then he went into the Navy for the steady paycheck and the insurance. I earned a master’s degree in Spanish and moved with him when he got re-assigned to new stations. He’s out of the Navy now and using the GI Bill to return to school for additional practical skills. I’m working for a non-profit, using my Spanish language skills on occasion and my English language skills every waking moment.

We didn’t come from money. And it’s clear we’re not going toward money, either. Continue reading


Crisis, a short story

“For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.” – Carl Sagan

Even then, perhaps not.


“There is a weight I don’t know how to get out from under,” she wrote. “It hangs on me. It sits with me when I sit. It walks with me, reluctantly, when I walk. It doesn’t want to walk or to get up, but sometimes I make it. Continue reading