Carrie Lee Ferguson

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I remember the ache.  I remember how it badgered me one morning at the breakfast table, the song from Sesame Street popping up in my head: Which one of these things is different?  Which one of these things just doesn’t belong? homemade banana pancakes vermont maple syrup the ache a sweet family eating breakfast together It was the ache.  It should not have been there.  I remember feeling like a royal criminal… Read More

Fate. Providence. The Universe Conspiring.  The Impulse of Evolution. The Journey of the Soul.   It doesn’t matter to me what you call it.  All I know is that a couple years ago, my journey toward some unknown destiny began.  It looked, back then, as if I were coming apart.  And I guess you could say I was- I was in pieces, my head reasoning I must be crazy- how could I possibly… Read More