There is nothing quite different about the lobby. I think at one point there were tables that Drew and I would sit at and split a Dr. Pepper and chicken soup with tons of crackers while we ran lines. But otherwise, 10 years later, it is the same. Oh, the students have changed of course.… Continue reading I got here early…
It’s chilly October, the leaves are in the gutters. No one can say they didn’t warn you. It comes every year, (you should know this by now)-the falling of it all. Don’t you think often of the time before? When falling leaves and broken banisters and chipping paint were someone else’s problem.All you had to worry about was how… Continue reading Zippy Autumn
Away in the tiny corners of your room lives the left over magic of childhood. A space that saw so much of you grow and change is now seeing you again as though it were the first time. Yes, sure, the floors need to be swept and the brown boxes need to be broken down.… Continue reading A bitter moment
Home says 'Hi', Mackenzie. The sun winks past the window looking for you inside our room. The breeze tickles the wind chimes in the crepe myrtle to call you out to play. The grass stays short longing for you to lay on your towel with a magazine and your journal. Even the treadmill misses you.… Continue reading An ode to sisters
I am sweating. I have been sweating for months. There is a constant drip down my spine, pooling under my arms, gathering on my upper lip. And I have no idea what to wear. A terrible feeling to constantly be looking longingly at my sweater collection and not be able to put them on. September,… Continue reading I will not be sad on the first day of Fall
I was not perfect. In fact, sometimes, I was awful to be around. I was not always right, but I tried desperately to always be kind. I succeeded mostly. I did not always apologize (first or at all) but I did leave the door to my heart open and the threshold welcoming.I was learning. I was working… Continue reading A good try.
Kyle, You should know the house is very much the same and also completely different. Without you that is. Your room is empty, the bathroom is bare. Without you here, the house lacks the smell of lavender epsom salt or the sound of someone roller skating upstairs in your room. Your laughter does not echo… Continue reading Some notes to my brother, who has moved away
He was hard to spot. He was sitting on the dry grass this morning slowly opening and closing his wings. Once I found him, I sat beside him for a moment and looked at the trees moving in the early morning breeze. The gray clouds covering us like a down comforter. Bella licked the air,… Continue reading A visitor, a sign.