Today, just this morning, I received an email that said nothing. It didn't contain words of thanks, nor a good riddance. It offered no clarity or clarification. It wasn't warm but like something 'on the rocks' I heard the tinkle of ice. It wanted itself to be had, whenever it wanted to be had, and left alone when it didn't want a bother. It left a feeling woman perplexed and hurt. I can't remember if I loved the sender 30 years ago as I do today. I can't even remember if we made love. All I can remember is that with my teenage vocabulary and my awkward ways I loved him then. All this long ago teenager woman knows now, is that she sometimes pushes things away she hates or loves the most. She is thankful, O so grateful that she notices this propensity fast. Fast enough to hold onto what she doesn't want lost; learning fast and never looking back when things need to go. Here is what I do remember about myself way back then. I brought my girlfriend o
mostly gentle, sometimes turbulent