My favorite spot of sea is brackish brown, not the topaz splendor of the Mediterranean or Caribbean. My sea laps with waves dyed brown from tannins, as though those waves…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
Hope is often unhappy. Like the hope that surfaced at my bedside at 4:30 am. It was a choral hope in the form of two pajamaed bodies singing in unison,…
Dear Immediate Family Members of Mine, Perhaps I’ve forgotten to tell you lately that I adore you. I dote on you, to use a word learned from our spelling test…
Little C simply does not know what a whisper is. She thinks it’s yelling…with your lips mostly pursed. This definition makes for some interesting interactions at church, library, post office,…
I took a crash course in drawing from the National Gallery of Art this weekend, crash being the operative word, as in “Crash and Burn.” At least, my output has the…
I am surrounded by a silence that can only occur when I am not responsible for another breathing member of the house. A silence that I fill by folding my…