Some labels that come to mind: nature lover, bird and plant enthusiast, writer, and family oriented, but at the end of the day, I am just another person trying to learn how best to be in this world.
Two children wait anxiously every morning for the newspaper to arrive. When it does, their hearts stop, simultaneously, before battering their ribs as two sets of fingers desperately rifle the pages. In the cool dry of a cluttered garage, hidden from view, their eyes move back and forth across the police blotter. At the bottom … More Summer Sun
In the dusty sun of morningyou told me once to listenalwaysto that inner, belly-soft part that never lies. My intuition, you said, was strongso my heart expanded, with the unsolicited praiseenough to lift me from the arid patch of sunlight in which I satwatching you speak. Consumed with giddinessI did not see the warning in your … More Intuition
The stillness of the morning gently cradled her into consciousness. His room, facing east, meant the sun clung heavily to their resting figures. Unwilling to move, and to disturb the precarious balance of their bodies, she clenched her eyelids and sighed deeply. His subtle snores tickled the curve where neck meets shoulder and she suppressed … More Expectations
“Always look up … to the sky” he said“But why?”“Why not … … Because no one else does”I was 25 when I learned my dad was from the sky. Of the sky.I used to think of him as grounded, rooted in the everyday, supporting us, like agood family man. But at 25, I hung upside down, … More Origins
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