She Was Home
She couldn’t remember how she got here, but there was an overwhelming clarity in this new place.
She couldn’t remember how she got here, but there was an overwhelming clarity in this new place.
I was seven months pregnant when I found an injured baby bird hopping around the middle of the road in
If you’d asked me as a teenager, I’d have told you for sure I’d be getting out of here.
Ever had that look in your eye? It’s a look made not of love alone. It’s the reflection of a
They say it’s the bold ones who change the world. The overtly confident, slightly crazy, dance-like-nobody’s-watching ones that become the movers and shakers. And maybe it’s partially true…
Something changes when you become a writer. Time slows. You begin to savor the tiniest experiences. You breathe in the
I see it starting. When I put your jacket on and your sleeve bunches up and you scream and shake
How was I the last to know? I must have been so engulfed in the sleepless nights of a two
— *at home1 : relaxed and comfortable : at ease This morning, Facebook reminded me that exactly one year ago
I stand leaning over the side of your crib, forearms resting on the hard plastic frame. At least I think it’s
It was a typical Thursday morning, but the gloomy clouds and drizzling rain poetically accompanied a nagging sadness that I