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.
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.
No one could explain the genuine disappointment in our chests to not need to be alligator-vigilant.
My ornament hung proud from a string where she was pinned to dry.
I learned there are different ways to bring warmth in when there is no light.
Only once did he ever throw a dollar coin in, and that was a moment.
He wore those slippers until they split at the lip, wore down the heels to holes.
Amethyst and quartz, wildly out of place in the most magical way—a glitter pile of hope beneath the rain spout.
My spirituality is the container that holds priceless treasures. Freedom is my love language.
It’s no one’s fault— it traces back too far and wide to be blamed on any just one. It is fair to no one. All hail the brave.
She loved to work creatively, her hands always busy with some dream needing anchored in reality.