Category Archives: Placeless
For paying customers, the Ferris wheel of Fortune has become a ski lift.
The sweater fulfilled my need for a constant hug, and I was begrudgingly ready to be still.
On a deeper level, though, I sense that I don’t need to construct another obligation for myself.
Wash Day, circa 2021; Or, Assorted Thoughts I Express While Taking Care of My Hair on a Sunday Afternoon
I send a quiet prayer of petition up for my sisters out there adding eggs to their hair routine: “May they remember to switch to the cold faucet.”