Posts Tagged ‘telling my story’
Watering holes and winning at things…..
There was something remarkable about his things, how they stood like soldiers at attention, like lines in an abstract painting, placed by a master of scale. The father of my childhood would adjust and arrange the things in our world, furiously bringing order to the pantry, the closets, the wrapping paper supplies. His garage was…Read More
Dusted off stories and listening looks……a love story
I’ve been following the treeline and parking in the sky to the place inside where stories tug my mind to come and look, look again and see the changes left when time and truth came washing like a current swiftly flowing disheveling the storylines in my heart. I’m looking again in a curious light at…Read More