Winter growthAnother morning comes and snow falls again, or still. In the middle of winter is when I feel that it will always be here. The cold, the…Jan 17, 2021Jan 17, 2021
Me, at ElevenThis girl, I’m looking at her. I recognize her in a way: I remember seeing this picture of myself throughout the years since it was taken…Sep 6, 2020Sep 6, 2020
A WindowThe day dawns densely clouded. Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles and rain falls steadily. I am around 4 years old and I am kneeling…May 30, 2018May 30, 2018
Walking in the tall grassI walked out the front door that day with a sort of destination in mind. I wanted to walk through tall grass and see what I might see there…May 14, 2018May 14, 2018
My friend RuthRuth was born in 1905 in a mid-size city in Iowa. She was the youngest of four sisters, daughter to Julia, an Iowa girl, and to Louis, a…May 11, 20182May 11, 20182
