I stare into the mirror. But really, I’m staring into the dark, swirling TV fuzz that is now my vision. I feel weighed down by this body, by life, by time. Twenty years veered into the future. My present a daily reminder of each path whizzed by. Disabled, wife, writer, mother- nothing bad, but a very different present than what… Continue reading A lyric response to time travel #bloganuary