We joke when hoisting our cat into our eager arms that she's gone to her happy place as she stares off, looking at a location we cannot see, and waits patiently to be set free to meander the floor until she returns to demand pets and attention. She's at her happy place, we say when…
"It's like..." I began to say, my eyes trailing over the outline of the closed door, my hands raised as if they would aid me in explaining what couldn't quite be explained. I paused, considering my words and how hard it was to say how I felt. Finally, I tried, I was a writer, wasn't…
Erica Rose Eberhart 