There is a feeling that bounces around in the pit of my stomach that I can only describe as longing. It stirs up now and then, and when it does I feel restless, unsettled. I feel like something doesn't quite fit - my clothes, my skin, my life. It happens less these days than it... Continue Reading →
I've gotten better at noticing things. The taste of coffee in the morning. The warmth of the mug against my palm. The smell of it, still steaming: sweet, earthy. When I go out for a walk, which isn't as often as I should, there is a particular way that sunlight filters through the trees that... Continue Reading →
The sun is just rising and outside my window, beyond the sea of roofs and street lights, I can see the outline of the mountains against the lightening sky. They look all shades of blue, jagged peaks in some places and rolling slopes in others. In all the world - or in the tiny parts... Continue Reading →
My daughter recently had to write an essay on her biggest fears. She chose Styrofoam and assassins, in that order. The latter because we had just watched a James Bond movie, the first because just the thought of it sends shivers down her spine. Stop for a second and think of the sound, of the... Continue Reading →
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