Posts Tagged ‘shamestorms and silence’
Spoons and wounds and the words i couldn’t say…..
We played a game when I was young where a handfull of spoons was fetched from the kitchen and placed loose in a pile on the table, always one fewer than the players gathered ’round. Like in musical chairs, we would dive to grab a one with a certain turn of hand, and the one…Read More
When shame and shoes come storming…..
Back when the world was a coloring book and my box of crayons still small, the questions to my answers began to rattle in the wind of a storm that blew in without warning on an ordinary morning as I sat pulling on my school shoes so I could hurry up the hill to catch…Read More