You’d have thought those years living in Holland, land of lactose giants, would have helped. Instead, I am where I am, forever seeking higher ground. In my favorite photo, I stand on a tree stump, my arm draped over her shoulder. She looks up, adoringly.
Shortly after we married, she ditched her heels for penny loafers. Today I find her in the closet, stroking her size 10 Manolos. She’s wearing ballet flats.
at low tide . . .
one step at a time