I am the hero of my own story

Driving alone on the highway for the first time, my worldly possessions in the backseat, I felt a rich wave of courage release within me. Some cap inside me popped, unleashing a sturdy surge of defiance I didn’t know I possessed. And my courage¬†steamed over the ridge between the mental and the physical like the froth of a freshly poured beer, burbling out across the landscape.¬† … More I am the hero of my own story

I remember!

Today I see the wet brick streets And red lamppost shops Of Montreal I smell the green grass of Vancouver I taste the sweet coconut of that sticky bun You bought me from the supermarket behind the climbing gym And the tang of the blood that encircled my calf as I cried happily at the … More I remember!