March 2015

I hear the humming of warm air rushing through vents somewhere beneath these floors.  Nothing unusual, except for the awareness.  This backdrop makes me sleepy in the same way standing in the line during busy shopping at the grocery does, or the way my mother’s sewing machine sings a lullaby with its steady climb up […]

“You are dear.” What a lovely thing to say to someone. There are few people in our lives who hold that role without question. They are open and soft and they love us. They also tell us the truth. They tell us without any judgement when they think we could try harder to mend a