Summer’s song is wild and sweet. Sticky and sun-kissed. Salty and slow. A dribble of peach juice. Condensation on the outside of a glass of lemonade. A faded sun hat hanging in the hall. A damp towel. A pop of a flip flop. The rustle of a turning page. The melting of ice cream in… Continue reading Solstice
Seen and unseen
Featured: The sand stretching north towards the beyond. The ocean crashing against the shore in a symphony of give and take, give and take, give and take. The welcoming sky bluing as the sun heads higher upwards. The sound of the gulls, the soft but rough sand, the salt in the air. My curls dancing… Continue reading Seen and unseen
The unawares
If this ain’t life in a nutshell y’all. You work all year to go on vacation. You open the umbrellas, you sit, exhale and look at the sparkling ocean beyond. And then, two people set their chairs up directly in your view with no regard to your situation. And then they leave their chairs to… Continue reading The unawares
A death knell
Love falls apart so swiftly. Somehow. With the slow drip of a leaky faucet it can move from fullness to trickle. Even the sink is wet from so many droplets of consistency, day in and day-out- ness. Conversations about groceries and schedules and laundry until the silence between drips becomes longer. Then, eventually, there is… Continue reading A death knell
So I remember…
I write it down so I remember. Here is a letter I wrote last year (July 20th 2018) to a writer I admire and deeply resonate with. I am placing it here, so I know where the words are when I need to read them. "The humid July of Baltimore is good company for me… Continue reading So I remember…
The 31 lessons of my 30th year.
An apartment with brown walls is a hard sell. There is nothing twinkle lights can't fix. Or a wind-chime.Love is really, really hard. (Self love, friend love, romantic love, family love. Love of all kinds.)TV is still not as interesting as a great book.Loving a dog is a process in patience. It is ok to… Continue reading The 31 lessons of my 30th year.
A love once new has now grown old
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
Looking outward
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
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