There is a journal in the bottom of my trunk that I hate. It’s a 6”x9”, hardcover, blank book. The cover is bright purple with a textured pattern of diagonal stripes that run from left to right. If I give it my attention I can recall the sensation…
January 1. Dreaming. Hoping. Noodling. Planning. Opportune-ing. . The end of the December lights, music, and festivities. A chance to decide what we want to do. Who we want to be. How we want to walk through the world. It’s a yummy day. One that I prefer to spend…
The first time Ayla walked in the house with a pair of sneakers that lit up – thanks to a shopping trip with Nana and Uncle Gabe – a chill ran down my spine and I thought about how those shoes were going to attract so much attention. People would…