In from the cold

Five days and six completely unrelated emails later, my best friend and I are communicating again. He wished me a happy Mother's Day and advised me to just enjoy my time with my mom, not to fixate too much on how we nearly lost her last month.


No mention was made of IT. And that's OK. He knows what he did was wrong. He feels bad and was very thoughtful and wise in another area. There's nothing to be gained by dragging this out.

I'm just so happy to be back from Siberia.

Trifecta

This weekend's challenge: Write anything you want, in whichever form you please, so long as your response is exactly 33 words and includes the word "mother."  

A Dixie cup of 7 Up, served at room temperature, and a trio of plain saltines are all you can have when you’re recovering from tummy trouble. I know because my mother said.

THIS JUST IN: The good people at Trifecta ranked this entry third. I'm surprised and very happy.