I remembered what it was like to leap out of bed with an eagerness for the day but that feeling was long gone.
Memoir
The rain, the rain, the rain
Winter set in like an abscess, like an infection.
Happiness is easy
That jig-saw view of life taken apart, put back together.
We are in the south of France now
It is this time, I think to myself on the couch, that I will want to keep with me forever.
Taking stock
The problem started with the awareness that the days were blurring together with little to set them apart.
Broken clouds
What little light from this, these broken clouds.
Norwegian wood
He turned bowls made out of reclaimed wood from the dead or fallen trees, the Norwegian maple from a cemetery reformed in the shape of a bowl Dawn picked out; we’d find a special place for it in our home…. Read More ›
