There’s a moment when I think about a lonely alone in the future because life throws these things at you, especially at our age.
Would that be okay? Could I make it work?
No. I would end up down infinite rabbit holes, an eternity of recursions, chasing Red Queens and Cheshire Cats, my own tail. Not making sense.
Your presence anchors me in this time, this here and now present. I depend on the steady chronology of your day-in, day-out goodness, depend on the moments we intersect at intervals to talk, to eat, to share a thought.
Monica lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and two foster dogs. She taught parents how to raise their toddlers for twenty-five years before retiring in 2015 to write. The secret to toddlers is to make sure you get enough sleep. Monica hasn't found the secret to writing, yet, but is diligently working at it. See links to her on-line stories on the publications page.
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Monica's Monday Morning Flash 
beautifully put — I resonate with this 100%!
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Thanks. It’s that time of life, isn’t it.
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Lovely thoughts for Valentines week.
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Thanks. Love is in the air.
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