I am sitting atop the freezer in the laundry room. I have decided to move the table Luke and Isabel […]
Morning Pages, Day Five
Shapes of sunlight hit the wall in front of me: what little of it is visible and not armored with […]
Morning Pages, Day Four
I sit up in bed after filtering plenty of strange and disparate thoughts through my head. Just before I sat […]
Morning Pages, Day Three
It is 8:19, and while I would prefer to still be asleep, we’re planning a visit to Luke, Isabel, and […]
Morning Pages, Day Two
The storytelling. The storytelling. Those are the words. They were there, prominent, right at the front of my brain when […]
Morning Pages, Day One
Today I will ignore Dorothea Brande’s admonition to keep my morning pages from prying eyes (Is it secret? Is it […]
Avian Translation
I flit. If I were to peek under one of the toadstools punctuating each bend, roll, and rise of my […]