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.

Ghost Breath and Molehills

my siblings and I would seek out the molehills to stomp on the needle ice— a strange and wondrous phenomenon.

It was from the cruise ship gift shop— he never left the boat.

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

I learned there are different ways to bring warmth in when there is no light.

Soon enough he had me shaking that magic globe, spilling out questions faster than I could accept its answers.

Only once did he ever throw a dollar coin in, and that was a moment.

He was wonderful with wood. A carpenter by trade.

He loved teaching us about the land, and we listened with our whole hearts.

My spirituality is the container that holds priceless treasures. Freedom is my love language.