This isn’t a story about dancing, though. It’s about having a dream and not knowing how to get there — but starting anyway. –Karen X. Cheng Last week I came across a video titled “I learned to dance in a…
This isn’t a story about dancing, though. It’s about having a dream and not knowing how to get there — but starting anyway. –Karen X. Cheng Last week I came across a video titled “I learned to dance in a…
I am in the process of writing an essay about habits. Many of my habits are of no use to me yet they continue to plague me. My attempts to change my habits are met most often with discomfort on…
My son was in his room. He and his dad had stopped by before they left for a week-long vacation without me. I was stirring a lot of emotions about this little family and how it’s different now and how…
I rinsed the pot. Used my hand to reach in and scrub off the coffee grinds and oils. The water ran cool over my hand and then I felt the water. It swirled around my fingers. It rushed out of…
I noticed a mama cardinal swoop up to the chain link fence and then hop into the top most part of my over-ambitious rose bush. I looked closer and saw that there was a nest hidden behind the ovate leaves,…
Actually, just a little more on gravity, in a poem. Do not entertain vertigo or hug the mountain. Put your weight away from your instincts and surrender to gravity. Any true journey is harrowing, the arrival exhilarating. It takes style…
This morning as it rains. As I was woken up by what sounded like a weather warning radio. As I was hoping to sleep a bit more. As I found out my half and half has gone bad. As I…
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