It’s been raining for days.  We got so little snow this winter that drought was a common word of fear around here.  Not sure I’ll hear it again…from the weather man…..

In my life, however, there is a drought. Inside I am drowning and dry as a bone all at the same time.  Figure that one out.

Maybe that is normal for a military spouse left to her own while the hero goes out to “take care of the bad guys.”

Who knows.

If I don’t write for a while, its because I don’t know how to do this job.  Stay home and keep the fires burning?

With rain and brittle tinder at war within me, how can any fire stay lit?