Two

Writing is both mask and unveiling. ~ E.B. White If you can find a south-facing wall in February, on a warmish day when the sun is shining, you can plant yourself in a chair and take off your parka, sit bare-armed with your face to the sky, and feel as though Spring has arrived and … More Two

Ashes

The weight of it. The way it digs into my shoulders, pressing on my bones. My back is bent from the strain, my knees bowed. I am stretched thin and my heart is bruised. It’s my own weakness. It’s the burden of my children’s disappointments. It’s the sadness that crept in to our home. It’s … More Ashes