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
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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
Woodland
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
June and pie.
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.
A time line on a birthday
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
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