eighteen

It’s her Senior year. This translates to gobs of deadlines and events, testing, deciding, planning, and so many other things. It’s a vast precipice to peer out over. We wrap up, while preparing for. It’s the end of, and beginning of, big course-setting seasons.  My petite, quiet one: so unassuming and despising the limelight, yet … Continue reading eighteen

mountains

“If it’s the mountains’ bending rivers Then you will have them…” “If it’s the wish to run away Then I will grant it” “Take whatever you think of While I go gas up the truck” “Pack the old love letters up” “We will read them when we forget why we left here” Continue reading mountains