“Reach out. Touch the leaves. Feel the colors as they burn. In the wild of changing things ask, “what am I meant to learn?” -Morgan Harper Nichols I didn’t wear mascara yesterday. I knew it was useless, because whatever was on my eyes would be falling down my cheeks in black sloppy stains just a …
every day I wonder how I could ever love him more-yet I always love him more,at the end of every day.
Last Saturday, I awoke to a most unwelcome intruder. Wildfire smoke. If you live anywhere in the Western United States, he probably has visited you at some point too. Throughout the week, our air quality has swung back and forth between hazardous and unhealthy and back to hazardous. The sun has looked like the evil …
I felt the words bubbling and boilingseething and stewingsimmering under my skin like a witches brewwords like self-pity, anger, discontentment-They burned all those around me,and they burned me tooeating me away, piece by pieceflickering and flaring,the flames that I thought were keeping me aliveinstead licking back and choking the life out of meI was puffed …
It’s weird to be writing this post, a post that seemed so far away as I opened my first book of the Summer and envisioned writing about it later on. And yet here we are! August has passed. The nights are growing colder. The sun is setting faster. Summer has come to a close. During …