Posts Tagged ‘the art of reconciliation’
It’s been a year, dear Mom…
Dear Mom, I was near your old house this week, a whole year since the last time I got to squeeze your tiny hand and kiss your sunken cheek still remarkably soft like the young one that used to nuzzle mine. I was so tired, Mom, and I felt overcome with missing you, such a…
Read MoreThe most creative thing I know……
I’m grateful ~ so much ~ for creativity. For the way it feels like flight and flutter and drift and dance, and that free and airy feeling of stretching out your body after being folded up closed too long, or taking a mug of steaming goodness into cold hands or digging like a child in…
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