it comes; such panic, I can’t breathe and rock back and forth trying to fill my lungs.what was it that triggered it this time—something tragic in the news it was….

we just get this one life ….you know —I mean this time…. to do it right ….

my aunt lived to 98 and I saw her when I was in Oregon ….my mother was her little sister by seven years yet she outlived her nearly two decades…. I was the youngest from that revolution; the twelfth daughter’s youngest grand child; the Polish trapeze artist’s great grandchild; I am the last of that revolution and it has so often felt like such a deserted road