After the girl had departed, Madame came forward and took one look at him. “Monsieur le comte, years ago you appointed me to look after a young girl and teach her the things she needed to know as a lady. As you graciously compensated me for her care, I humored your ongoing unorthodox tutelage in … Continue reading 1617: iii
Hours passed, the evening meal came and went, more dirty dishes and utensils appeared. The door opened and Madame called from the hall. “Aimée, your appearance has been requested,” she said. Aimée dropped her tools and left the maid on her own. The front of her dress was soaked with water. Her hair frizzed from … Continue reading 1617: ii
“You should never expect a fair fight, ma chère!” Gilles barked as he circled Aimée. His sword made a few daring swishes through the air. She had had the air almost knocked out of her with a well placed sweep of Gilles’ foot. She rolled over to her hands to pushed herself up. She hastily … Continue reading 1617: i
“If only the palace walls had ears…” the Bishop grumbled. “And what exactly…would your Excellency hope to hear?” Gilles asked. The energy of the room was an agitated storm as the Bishop paced back and forth. Like a marble statue, Gilles was on his knee before the bishop’s table that was littered with maps and … Continue reading 1618: Bishop’s chambers (revised)
The fight against Multiple Sclerosis has been an important cause in my family since my uncle’s diagnosis. The MS walk became an annual family gathering. My sisters and I even participated in the occasional Muckfest for MS. I signed up for Bike MS: Twin Cities last November. I committed myself to doing it, because … Continue reading Bike MS: Twin Cities
As I’m charging around the Lakes it feels as if I’m gliding along the ground. I don’t feel the bicycle beneath me. This is independence. A little over a year ago I was still struggling with anxiety, depression and grief. I was not enjoying life or using it to its full potential. I worked … Continue reading Bicycle Independence
Last night I dreamed about this ugly creature. It was the mixture of a black lab and a bear. Its shape kept morphing between the two and by the end of the dream it had long snapping crocodile jaws. All I remember is a group of people trying to capture and subdue it.