There is a tangible restlessness inside. A flitter-flutter of wanna be activity. My eyes rest on a stack of magazines I’m too tired to read. The flowers need… Continue
Dusty Bibles
I used to watch my grandmother read her Bible at night. Perched on the side of her bed, head and body bent low, the small antique lamp would cast shadows… Continue
Saying Something
A new hashtag floated across my social media feed today. Again. And again. And again. I admittedly new nothing of the situation as my workday doesn’t always allow… Continue