Tapping on keys, missing the way writing allowed thoughts to coalesce, missing how writing informed… Read the postThe Hours of Innocence and Ignorance
Tapping on the keyboard, I remember why I have avoided sitting down to write, new… Read the post“That Experience of Justin”
Apologizing to the bees as I snipped off long stems of anise hyssop, the fuzzy… Read the postFragrant Pain
Opening my eyes, dreaming of a baby crying, I wake on your 35th birthday. Our… Read the postI Didn’t Know
Sizzling. Searing. Cauterizing blood vessels to stop the bleed. Precise in the hands of a… Read the postAnticipation
Wafting scents of thyme and rosemary fill the house, oranges rest in a cut class… Read the postThe Silence Between
When the veil thins in November, you slip like a wraith into my dreams. Seamless,… Read the postWhen the Veil Thins in November
“I want my son,” I whisper to the old climbing rose draping herself on the… Read the postThe Child Window
Hunting for my seam ripper reminded me to look for a thank you card, which… Read the postDear Mom and Dad
