Not Just “Another Day”

I recently escaped from a retirement community, and not a moment too soon. Don’t worry, I wasn’t an inmate – uh, resident. I was only a slave – um, employee.

I wish it hadn’t even come to that, that I had made better choices that would have kept me from this experience, one of many. But I peacefully accept it’s part of the path I took, it contained the lessons I needed to learn, and I could even see the divine at work there, too.

Still, I’m glad it’s over. A retirement community is a very special kind of hell. Maybe not …read more