My body carries the adornment of its experiences. The permanent crease of my brow as it has furrowed, years of squinting because of eyesight less
Month: March 2015
From the inside, out.
It must be something in the air… maybe an internal clock that strikes the cuckoo at this time or something. I’ve been spending the last
Lessons learned
Son 4 to me (watching a person paddle board on the lake): “That looks neat” My reply: “It does, I want to learn that. This
griefs evolution
grief doesn’t merely sit it resides it burrows nests settles in envelopes heavy weighted ever-present suffocating my lightness of being that it has replaced once
“When is men’s day?”
It’s International Women’s Day today. There have been lots of posts on social media today about educating ourselves about the women in history who have