I am from laundry dried on the clothesline, Tropicana orange juice, and Johnson & Johnson’s baby oil. I am from Vicks in the winter and school supplies bought at Woolworth before September. I am from a three-story, green, attached house … Continue reading
I want to be your favorite shirt. Not the shirt you wear like a mask to all those starched stiff occasions in life where you feel like a person playing the part of yourself as an adult. I want to … Continue reading
The world is rich with pleasures. That first day winter breaks and lets the fullness of the sun’s warmth wrap you up like a hug from someone you love, but have missed for months. A clear night far away from … Continue reading
I love the way trees receive snow, Holding it so generously in their boughs. Wearing it like confection or cotton or a slick lacquer. Letting playful dollops drop when it gets warmer.
Welcome this season Of sweating and slowing down. Heat brings people out.
Love, you are arms that embrace me. Love, you paint my world vibrantly. Love, you are the foundation of my heart. Love, you are a buttress of support. Love, you are a mirror reflecting what’s best. Love, you are an … Continue reading
Today is its own gift. And it is all of time you can hold. Now is for living, loving, and giving. No one is promised tomorrow. – Today is not to be squandered. Once gone, it cannot be reclaimed. So … Continue reading
There is hope in this day. There is joy and laughter and light. There is love in this day, Despite uncertain times. – Some days are darker. Some days mirth is harder to find. Some days leave you spent and … Continue reading
Falling leaves that have changed their color. A softer sun tempering the temperature. This season of so much visual change. Summer over and winter not yet. Trees seductively shedding their leaves. Getting down to the essential things. Baring their branches … Continue reading
Joy Joy is polka dots of pink. It doesn’t take itself too seriously. Joy sounds like the nightingale’s song. It smells like bread fresh out of the oven. Joy tastes like sugar. Joy comes dressed in love. Joy is a … Continue reading