“Momma, I did,” Nora insisted, “I made it all by myself!” She giggled and threw her arms out at her bed. That night, the pink and white striped comforter was lying taut and flat, the hem of it hanging at a perfect horizontal line on three sides of the bed. The frilly pillows with rowsContinue reading “Rooted”

Middle Ground

The guest room never gets completely dark, even when all the lamps are turned off at bedtime. Light from the poles outside filters in through the sheer curtains so that the yellow-painted walls are glowing white. While lying in its bed, I can discern the outline of the large twig wreath hanging on a wall,Continue reading “Middle Ground”