a bag of books

It’s always been about the words. I began writing my thoughts very early on in a diary and then eventually in journals. By my teen years I never went anywhere without my journals. I carried a backpack with all that was precious to me, and that’s where the books safely stayed. Shuffling between two homes … Continue reading a bag of books


  I restart the dryer for a third time to release warmth for cats who huddle outside near the vent. Cats who try to dart into the house at every opportunity. Creatures of comfort. We are all seeking some sort of comfort, I suppose. A shelter from a cold, harsh reality. I hear the hum … Continue reading february