I am sitting in the airport in Cleveland, OH. The last time I was here, Rickie and I were flying to our new home in New York City. We had just officially finished grad school, our apartments were up for rent. We slept in my freezing cold apartment on the floor while our respective significant… Continue reading Home again and far away
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The three things I did wrong
1) The first night we were together, as we fell asleep after it all, I lay on my right side while you curled around me and told me you loved me. That I was the second girl you had ever loved. I felt so safe and I shouldn’t have. I should have been more careful… Continue reading The three things I did wrong
Canine
This morning, while watching the sun peek over the roof of the house across the street, I saw a little brown butterfly float so gently she looked like a leaf falling from the tree. That is how I feel getting to know you. Like I am both falling and floating. Moments of ease punctured by… Continue reading Canine
Growth
Before there was: “meandyou.” There was...me. And there was...you. And then we were “US” (which felt bigger than two) Though now I’m just me. And you are just you. It seems rather strange, (Now that we are through) That I care for me, More than I care for you. The “And” in the middle Was… Continue reading Growth
The West Village
Off the grid. Made of winding old pathways with cobblestone and brick buildings hugging close together, telling secrets. The flower boxes, bright red and hot pink, are saturated in the setting sun. Out of every corner bar, with a name gold-leafed on the dark windows; comes the aroma of wine, wood floors and whiskey. I… Continue reading The West Village
Illumination
These moments of suspended unknowing are grounded as well as up-gazing. I think, who will know more than me in this moment? And then I sit and look at the trees While I look, I hear things the frogs and crickets, the birds singing lullabies and the brush of the wind. Oh yes, I remember… Continue reading Illumination
swear not by the moon
When the clock struck midnight on New Years, I was standing on the freezing beach in Delaware under the brightest moon glowing on the bundled faces of Mom and Dad, Mackenzie, Rickie, Kyle and Kelly. And of course, Liam the black lab. I looked up at the stars and out at the darkness of the… Continue reading swear not by the moon
Re-finding Twelve
I recently read Susan Branch's novel "Martha's Vineyard, Isle of Dreams" and in it she describes a delicious morning of reading in bed, in the perfect breezy weather, with her cat curled on her legs in her dreamy bedroom. Dealing with major heartache and upheaval; she was coming back to herself in small ways and… Continue reading Re-finding Twelve
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