I sang in my makeshift gown. I danced.
Tag: childhood
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.
The Sisters in Their High Castle
All was pristine white because their purity was kept like that— as much as the quiet, private world they shared.
Loop-de-Loops
Kid laws are far different from adult laws. Mix the two, and that’s called trauma.
Painting the Girl I Was
My ornament hung proud from a string where she was pinned to dry.
What We Unearthed
He boxed up our joy. Years later, visiting his home, I saw the idol again— being used as a doorstop.
Electric Childhood
We smiled at each other down in the dirt, sharing the strange moment of having survived.
Lessons in Warmth
I learned to build a fire out of necessity.
Bud and the Wild Gifts
He loved teaching us about the land, and we listened with our whole hearts.
The River Shells
Now I know Joe brought the ocean to us. We’d never been. He inspired our hearts to wish and receive.
Jasmine on the Grave 