I wasn't fortunate enough to get a lot of time with my Grandfathers. I wish at least once a week that I could have cultivated the type of relationship that some others get with theirs. I think about my Mom a lot and how awful it must have felt to have lost her Dad when… Continue reading A love once new has now grown old
The work week drags but today is my last day. My legs are sore from walking Bella, my back from sitting in one position for too long while she naps. I find myself having to pee and not getting up to do so because I don't want to disrupt the blessed silence that is ever… Continue reading Looking outward
Once, someone said they loved me the way they loved the woods. They said the woods were wild and so was I. How the woods were always there for them, and so was I. How the woods waited and watched for them. Just like I did. Untamable, neither good nor bad, present and silent and… Continue reading Woodland
Next Sunday I turn 31. A year ago that fact did not seem possible. That is the glory and beauty of time and space. Things happen that you did not imagine. The whole world can change for you if you give it time. I gave it time. Life has changed some of it for good,… Continue reading A week of goodbye
Waking up these days in the cold of the bedroom, the air conditioning on full blast and the fan whirring above us, I am reminded how lovely it is to be cool on the outside and cozy on the inside. My eyes open and all is still for a moment. Even the birds, who sing… Continue reading The week’s end
She begins in a color-wheel of pinks and greens. Hummingbirds visit the back porch feeder and the crepe myrtle reaches towards the sky out front. The grass is cut. And the neighbors cut theirs too, the endless race to have a yard that will, please god, stay beautiful for more than 3 days. The clover… Continue reading June and pie.
John and I started dating in September. He was a person from my past, a boy I sat behind in theology class Junior year, who came back into my life the way a flash happens in a frying pan. BOOM, he had arrived. He was insistent on talking to me and made me feel like the… Continue reading A time line on a birthday
Here me out:What if before I belong to anyone else I belong to me first? Me first and me always no matter who comes and goes.I find myself searching for strange sorts of validation from people other than myself and my instincts. Why, still, am I looking for someone to tell me I’m doing a good… Continue reading belonging