I remember when I was small, and blonde and quiet and all the other things I forgot how to be, I would wrap my arms around a baby doll, hug her to my chest and whisper in her plastic ear, “I love you, Maddie.” I would chew on her cloth fingers and draw on her … Continue reading Cabbage Patch
Dwelling on goodbye-- a firm farewell to the mid section of the last decade of my Youth. Tomorrow brings a solid footstep toward the next chapter in my book. I wake up 28, which sounds so serious, and possibly erroneous, because just yesterday wasn't I only 21? Twenty one on the cusp of full adulthood, fresh … Continue reading April 26 : Last Days
Typewriter Moon 