Some days just ache beyond anything articulate. There are tears for those day, I suppose. But that ache, it’s in the bones and marrow. The blood and cells. Everything inside knows, even when our outside doesn’t. Grief is a weasel of a word. I’ve spent four decades on this spinning ball. I can only hope … Continue reading grief
Ever since January has arrived Tru Evelyn has announced a daily countdown to all as to how many days until her birthday. Sometimes I’ll be told more than once in a day how many sleeps before she turns 8. Maybe she’s nervous the birthday fairy is the same as the tooth fairy (who is obviously … Continue reading tru berry
January has come and I finally cut back the grape vines and wisteria. I also pruned the berry bushes. They are dormant now, and will sleep off the rest of winter as long as we have cooler temps. I tossed all the debris into a pile in the garden and torched it until it was … Continue reading january
Today I saw dozens of black cows standing freckled in the drizzle in an open and golden field. Not long after, a string of black balancing birds perched on an electrical wire against a gray sky like a poster. She shed languishing tears onto her black embroidered shirt while holding a fading black and white … Continue reading pacey
SHE GILDS THE LILY: a lavish waste of words and wonder 