Earn Your Dawn
Comfort is a much needed salve, and respite for the parched and thirsty, but it’s good to remember we can also drown.
Comfort is a much needed salve, and respite for the parched and thirsty, but it’s good to remember we can also drown.
Christmas is always the musk of dusty angel robes and glow of Christmas tree lights on the hardwood floor. Easter, however, is rarely the same twice.
I didn’t cry at this graduation, like I did all those years ago on the stage of my elementary school, but I would cry later.
I’ve found that the mundanities of teaching quickly and quietly bleed a name of its import.
As readers might recall from Season 1 and Season 2, I’d allowed podcasts to become a steady burble of background noise flowing through my waking, non-working hours.
There are other surmised explanations for the rooster’s place on church steeples, but this account seems the most plausible to me.
There is something about watching people pick out spaghetti sauce, and knowing they will cook and eat a meal together, leave dirty dishes in a sink together, that makes me ache.
So much of poetry is naming things.
When I get a job, I will have a brand-new wardrobe to match my brand-new job. I’m not sure where all these new clothes will come from, but most likely Olivia Pope’s closet.
I know which cashier is the fastest, which one is the nicest, and which one packs my reusable grocery bags like her own personal Tetris championship.