The shimmering tent came alive with their help.
Category: Roots
Direct lineage and memory, grounding ancestry in living soil.
Moonlit Rebellion
Black pools we hid beneath, unseen, but the moon kissed our smiling faces.
Baby Girl Dance Parties
Random fits of joy just because she is joy, and I’ll cultivate safety so she knows that about herself.
Paprika, Cayenne, and Memory
Since my daughter’s birth I have the perfect excuse to do everything. My heart is in it once again.
The Art of Stick Whittling
He was wonderful with wood. A carpenter by trade.
Horsetail Initiation
Welts on our legs, a little blood. A rather serious game of fun.
Star-Child Morning
I sat in the dark, recognizing the rarity of this moment—peace, magic, beauty, stillness aligned perfectly.
In Grains
The warmth is lovely. The terror of investigation into my pre-teen crushes is not.
Patchworked Holidays
My family was patchworked, wounding sewn into the seams.
Before the Headlights
Ghosts must have called the police on us.
Jasmine on the Grave 