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
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.
There are no words sometimes for the journey you are on. You must get to the other side before you can process. In the middle of the sun setting, when everything glows, its easy to want to stop and look around you. Marvel at the beauty. Sit and wait. But sometimes before you know it,… Continue reading Wilder and wilder still
Today I walked the halls again as a professor. My shoes were wrong and my bra felt too tight and after two hours of speaking and looking around the room at blank 19 year old faces, I was so tired I came home and took a two hour nap. I love being back in the… Continue reading A new beginning
It is time to say goodbye to the season and pack it away in its beach bag for the next year. Goodbye, goodbye. Mostly, what I want to remember when I look back on this moment is that I was trying really hard. And sometimes hard work doesn’t yield the results to the field of newly… Continue reading My heart; the dishrag and other things about summer’s end:
A friend of mine is celebrating her grandmother's birthday today. Her grandmother has already passed on to the other side but she remembered her fondly and wrote that she hoped her grandmother was proud of her. And I thought how strange it is that when it is all said and done, the thing we long… Continue reading The light and dark