Posts Tagged ‘face down moments’
Savoring shells and squirming in skin…..
Spring 1979. A cold Topsail wind whips my tears along the sand in the early morning dark, where I’ve been driven by a dream that had me jumping from my sleep to lift a crying baby I couldn’t find. She’s several weeks gone and my heart feels sprained by sudden stabs of fear that she’s lost in the crowd of this big wide world and I think…Read More