When you long too small
Sometimes it’s a subtle restlessness easily buried beneath activity. Sometimes a gnawing ache that refuses to be silenced. It can masquerade as loneliness or grief, or, in the face of…
Sometimes it’s a subtle restlessness easily buried beneath activity. Sometimes a gnawing ache that refuses to be silenced. It can masquerade as loneliness or grief, or, in the face of…
We celebrated around the table for hours, telling our stories, exulting in the surprise of finding ourselves uniquely, individually loved. All of us single or single again, the youngest was…
We build cement blocks to protect ourselves from each other, sound-proof cells where each can only access her own floor. We don’t know the names of our neighbors, nor greet…