Filled To The Rim

Filled To The Rim

My life is brilliant. My heart is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I’m sure. I’m sitting on the floor of the nursery, with music playing from my phone.  White snow globes with children frolicking around a Christmas tree, along with other gifts of hand lotions and pajamas, and ribbons and wrapping paper and … Continue reading

Finding Our Way

Finding Our Way

Danith and I have known each other for over thirty years, but we are in possession of only one photograph of us together in our much younger years. In it, I am still in high school. We are fishing from a pier at night, sitting on a concrete wall, either of us grasping a rod, … Continue reading

Evidence of Existence

Evidence of Existence

I am on a decluttering spree, and I am almost done cleaning out and reorganizing the linen closet. I’ve refolded the towels, separating the solid-colored bath ones from the printed beach ones. Once I find a basket to hold the hand towels, I should be able to check the linen closet off my to-do list. … Continue reading

A Far View

A Far View

About five years ago a mother and her toddler son made the news in the most horrific way.  She had taken her two-year-old to the local zoo and visited the African painted dog exhibit.  The boy was standing on the railing for a better view of the dogs while his mother was holding him.  I … Continue reading

A Relationship With Time

A Relationship With Time

I first met Time when I was about 27 years old.  Danith was asleep with his back turned to me.  Pluto was snoring in his bed on the floor beside me.  The moon shone through the white sheer curtains in our guest bedroom, making the white beadboard on the one wall glow.  At that moment, I … Continue reading