Hello Reader,
Today I'm serving a drink I call Empathy, because it's better than drinking alone.
Actually it's a roundup of my favorite hot drinks
Fiction
Dorothy’s Curse
(Which, like the Spanish Flu that was not Spanish, is named after Dorothy who did not do the cursing)
I curse you to grow a heart.
To always be courageous.
To find home.
I curse you to get a brain.
It is beautiful and awful to be so cursed-
like parched soil that becomes a flood.
To be so cursed is to notice the shapes of clouds
and the shape of other people’s pain.
To be so cursed is to have a kitchen that smells of cinnamon and coffee,
a comfortable bed, a book on the nightstand, a lamp within reach,
and the compulsion to leave all that
to go out into the stinky cold world and stand in front of bulldozers,
rescue drowning kittens,
shovel the walk.
To testify.
To listen.
I curse you to pay attention to the man behind the curtain.
I curse you to know
the good witch and the wicked witch
are the same witch.
You are tin and straw and lion.
And the little dog too.
The witch is you.
The witch was always you.
See you soon!
Melinda
