These are the things I never expected to write. The pictures I would not have normally shared. The pieces of me that I would have kept hidden away. Here they are for you to discover, to hold, and to release again. May you find something in them.
What is it like to be a mother? The game was that we would take a piece of string and loop someone’s wedding ring through
Recently, I went to a grocery store that I often stop at on Sunday evenings. In the middle of hemming and hawing over whether I
Fear is the whisp of smoke. Fear is the scent of a fire beginning. Fear is the moment when the surface becomes hot enough to
The Smell of Walnuts This was not the moment when I smelled the walnuts. That would come a short time later when the chef placed
A note from a university faculty member on my Creative Writing Fall 2001 portfolio. “Your careful revision shows a high level of craftmanship in all
What lessons did you learn this past year? How have you grown and improved? This time last year was the beginning of a pivot point