There is a special kind of fear in waking up and realizing your life does not fit you anymore. Your mind has moved on. Your standards have gotten higher. The thing you used to tolerate now gets on your last damn nerve. You want better, however wanting better and being able to pay for better are two different things. That gap right there? Spookier than any ghost or goblin I have ever seen.

My younger sister called me out of the blue and said she was at Target in Baton Rouge buying school supplies and wanted to stop by with our mama. The whole thing felt strange as hell. They do not live that far away. So, part of me kept wondering why it took a trip to Target for them to finally come out here.