The Princess of Old Sheets

I sang in my makeshift gown. I danced.

Wrapped for Winter

It mattered to us because she took the task seriously— protecting us from cold, hoping for a little peace inside the house, and we understood both.

All we needed came to us that Christmas in unexpected ways.

We’d dance like wildlings around the flame— chanting, poking, laughing, fierce with purpose, alive with that edge of danger we so loved.

Kid laws are far different from adult laws. Mix the two, and that’s called trauma.

Learning my family’s needs and tending to their hearts, being all in, is everything to me.