Chipping Ice

6s original post 2010.01.30

“The ice is at least an inch thick,” Karne thought as she chipped away. Longing to return to the warm dry confines of her office, the one thing that kept her moving was the thought of how much worse it would be later. This battle raged in her mind as she finally worked the driver’s door open. Sliding into the seat and turning the key with half froze hands – what had she done with her gloves? – she began to thaw as the heater warmed the sanctuary of the car. Karne braved the elements again and again alternating with a few minutes in the car as it grew warmer and warmer. She felt triumphant as she removed the last chunk of ice from the windows and was able to slide inside for the treacherous drive.

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Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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