Molly was a fallaway Catholic. She’d grown up in the system but the only thing that she seemed to have truly internalized was a mastery of guilt and its effect as a weapon.
She was charming and warm to fresh faces unless they were in the service industry in which case she was usually rude or even abusive right away. She was not a pleaser and she never over-offered as a method of ingratiation.
Cordial would be a good way to describe it. She smiled and prompted you to keep the conversation going. She left each awkward pause hanging. Excelling at this game of social chicken. The pause would hang until the person that she was speaking to had to snatch it from the air, trying not to lose their balance in the process. Some did lose their balance which made things even more uncomfortable for them and established her control.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color