I sang in my makeshift gown. I danced.
Tag: memory
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.
Behind the Concession Counter
Learned to pop popcorn without letting it burn from one of those old-time popcorn carts with the glass sides and the metal kettle suspended inside.
A Mirror for the Quiet Places
Or perhaps it is simply words that inspire and stir in the quiet between you and I.
Star-Child Morning
I sat in the dark, recognizing the rarity of this moment—peace, magic, beauty, stillness aligned perfectly.
Electric Childhood
We smiled at each other down in the dirt, sharing the strange moment of having survived.
White Knuckles
My first crush, the one with butterflies and innocent fantasies, was for my science and math teacher. His kindness and patience made me feel safe and warm.
Lessons in Warmth
I learned to build a fire out of necessity.
Jasmine on the Grave 