The birds are louder than the thunder this morning. As I step outside well before sunrise, it feels like I have cracked the door to some ancient time, and am walking into a cathedral choir of songbirds. The acoustics — the kind you can only experience with high ceilings and insulated walls — swell about … Continue reading

grief

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 two decades on this spinning ball. I can only hope … Continue reading grief