Words into Letters
You are going to feel like hell if you never write the stuff that is tugging on the sleeves in your heart….That is really all you have to offer us, and it’s why you were born. — Anne Lamott
Falling
We all fall out of cars when we’re three – when the excitement to climb down ourselves puts our center of gravity in front of our skill level, our little forehead in front of our feet, out of windows in Moscow for talking trash about Putin – and that’s...
The Creek
the creek swollen with snowmelt, glacial blue tint not long removed from the winter stores layered over months by winter storms, burying granite cliffs in shimmering white – releasing, an inevitable thaw, as the sun moves north again, birthing spring, bursting greens,...
In Case I Forget
1. She used to ask me in her later years, “Why do you think I’m remembering that … after all this time?” In protest, she was, perplexed and pained. She had no idea how “just don’t think about that” would one day become a memory stack, a backlog, an archive of...