He was wonderful with wood. A carpenter by trade.
Tag: childhood memories
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.
The Glow of Connection
The best welcome is a light left on in the dark.
Braids and Boots
Those evenings felt calm and safe, a time when we were all together.
Jasmine on the Grave 