I sang in my makeshift gown. I danced.
Category: Bloom
Life and beauty reborn from endings.
The Runaway Christmas Tree
All we needed came to us that Christmas in unexpected ways.
Liminal Theater
Fear brushing the edges of my heart as I faced becoming a mother.
The Tinsel Year
There it stood— tall and proud— a completely tinseled tree, silver from top to bottom, hiding even the lights, even the ornaments behind curtains of dazzle.
Alligator Vigilance
No one could explain the genuine disappointment in our chests to not need to be alligator-vigilant.
Loop-de-Loops
Kid laws are far different from adult laws. Mix the two, and that’s called trauma.
Curly Girl Blessing
Just be you, kid. Momma’s got you covered.
Behind the Concession Counter
Learned to pop popcorn without letting it burn from one of those old-time popcorn carts with the glass sides and the metal kettle suspended inside.
A Mirror for the Quiet Places
Or perhaps it is simply words that inspire and stir in the quiet between you and I.
Moonlit Rebellion
Black pools we hid beneath, unseen, but the moon kissed our smiling faces.
Jasmine on the Grave 