Marking Time
I sat there at my wooden desk last Friday morning, long slow drawl of summer slightly audible in mid-July, as if it too was asking me in, inviting my body to […]
I sat there at my wooden desk last Friday morning, long slow drawl of summer slightly audible in mid-July, as if it too was asking me in, inviting my body to […]
And so when I arrived late the first day, the Tribe was standing in an enclosed circle that parted ways to welcome me in. My appreciation of my own resilience […]
It was Sunday morning and I was craving breakfast sandwiches and blue plate specials, familiarity in the form of digestible comfort from somewhere along the road, breathed into my cells. […]
And then hope leaped up into my heart and echoed down the ivory arching curvature of my ribs. Four small letters, like an ink map tethered softly along the bone. […]