Rebuilding Beautiful
It means so much to me that I can hardly bear to let other people know that I’m struggling to keep it afloat.
At Pickerel Lake Again
I don’t talk as much as I used to on these walks.
I’ll Just Be in the Parking Lot, Struggling
And if I had started to feel faint, I’m not sure I would have let her see.
What to Cook When Someone is Dying
You get very good at packing hot dishes into cardboard boxes.
Faygo Flavors that Should Definitely Exist
Just add some bubbles Faygo, please? For me?
“What Can I Do if the Fire Goes Out?”
There’s the kind of grey that sucks in light like a black hole, making everything around it matte and dull. But then there’s the kind of grey that emits light and lifts rather than suppresses.
Under the Stage Lights
At camp, I’d cried, prayed, and reaffirmed my faith in ways I never did during normal church services. And…that happened again.
Little Talks
I don’t want to be deeply emotionally available to every person I happen upon.
The Light Which Pollutes
And the obvious solution is to turn off the lights.
Tannenbaum Days
I readied myself to finally be the one disappearing into the muddy vegetation while my siblings made sideline sports commentary about my efforts.
