Epilogue to a Journey Not Yet Over

Sitting across from our sixty-seven-year-old, red-headed, bohemian-dressed, Buddhist/Carl Jung-loving therapist, Jason and I listen intently as Debra makes her best persuasive attempt at consoling our loss of Sophia: “You cannot step in the same river twice.” Waving her wrinkled, yet meticulously manicured hand, bangle bracelets clank down her arm. “Some greek philosopher said that once.Continue reading “Epilogue to a Journey Not Yet Over”