A Safe, Warm House


Yesterday was an emotional day. One of my roommates received some devastating news. I’m still bruised myself. So we all stayed inside of our safe, warm house yesterday, leaving only to get more Coke Zeros, snacks, and dinner.


Do you know what it feels like to be loved? To have people who genuinely care for you gathered around? It feels wonderful.


We ate catfish and gumbo and soft-shelled crab. We cried a bit, laughed a lot, and talked late into the night. We sat down and had a write-in together. It was so lovely. It was so healing.

Today is a new day.

I’m in New Orleans, wearing a red dress.

2 Comments on “A Safe, Warm House”

  1. Mercedes, my modem died sometime Sunday and I just got a new modem set up tonight. I am telling you this so you will know that I did not ignore you. That I am sorry one of your roommates got such bad news especially since you were going through such a difficult time anyway. I am glad that you all had each other for support. The write-in sounds like it was just the ticket for dealing with all of the emotions that were flying around. Much love, Ardee-ann

    PS ~ I hope you got to fully enjoy the beauty of the red dress.

  2. Oh, Ardee-ann, you’re so very sweet! I never felt ignored. I know that I haven’t taken the time to comment on other blogs and I don’t expect anybody to comment on mine. I just like to…share, I guess. In case perhaps it will help somebody. And to heal my own soul.

    You’re so kind. You’re a light. Thank you. 🙂

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