“Oh hey there.” I felt myself say.Smiling in recognition,Sighing in relief.I found Joy on the steps to Swami’s,Never knowing I had let Her go.
Lost and Found
Honest Farts
Early in the honeymoon phase of mine and my husband’s ten-year relationship, I had drifted into sleep while he quietly finished his book. Somewhere in the moments of early sleep and deep body relaxation, I let one rip. I have never in my life farted so loudly I woke myself up, but that night I... Continue Reading →
Recovery Boys, Recovered Girl
It has been 6 days since I watched Netflix’s new release, Recovery Boys, yet I am still haunted and encouraged, sad and grateful. The year of my life spent in that home and on those grounds was truly definitive in my development, and transformative of my understanding of life, loss, and love. “New and Marvelous... Continue Reading →
Triskel
Unfurling fanfare, The piper amid three pines Heralds, Heart-racing, Heady and free.
Love Is A Politely Screaming Child
A woman (in a stunning art deco rain coat that my grandmother would have attempted to purchase from her on the spot) gave Arden and I her cart at Aldi today. "On me." she said. "what a polite little girl." Yes it was only 25 cents, but three steps later, when Arden melted-down over having to... Continue Reading →
