
Connecting
Chris and I sat facing one another, sipping big mugs of steaming tea, and covering every subject under the sun. It had been awhile since
Chris and I sat facing one another, sipping big mugs of steaming tea, and covering every subject under the sun. It had been awhile since
My first trip abroad was in 1985. I traveled solo, called by Greece’s siren song. The land, the people, the language, both written and spoken,
A few months ago I ordered a pair of headphones. With no idea of what was to come, I imagined carrying them with me as
Kyrie’s been gone for a few weeks and it’s taken until now for me to bring myself to write about her. But if ever there
“Would you like to take another machine?” I ask Claudia, as we stand in the church parking lot, a considerate 6’ apart. The Sewing Machine
I’ve been keeping a quarantine journal and it amazes me how some days feel like they stretch on forever, while some seem so short. There
I started keeping a bullet journal in September 2019. A place for daily schedules and notes, thoughts and agendas, I chose a comfortable, black bound
Moving through the darkness we feel along the familiarities of the house—a temporary home we’ve just recently come to know. ”We’re going to see the
Up earlier than usual this morning I ran the familiar assessment that comes in the wee hours. Have I slept enough to make it through
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