1 Small Acknowledgement I was announced as a finalist for the Women’s National Book Association’s Creative Non Fiction contest with seven other lovely humans. I also keep a bookshelf through the website Bookshlf.com that was featured on their top 100 shelves! I use this site to collect a bunch of articles that I need to reference again and again. The shelf I have linked here … Continue reading 5 march joys
Sometimes the road seems paved, but you still slip through. You leave a crack in the flooring and think, I’ll get to it, but then you don’t, and then time flaps its gargoyled wings and the crack becomes a pothole, and you fall in. Today, I fell in. I sobbed in my bathroom for awhile, watching my face contort into something truly mythical. The way … Continue reading the scream
Tried out the new WordPress Stories format for my Pepper Day post. Was it easy for you to read or did it give you troubles? You can click the badge below to read other posts from today’s Pepper Day or submit your own till midnight PST. Continue reading galactic meanderings
PepperDay link up will run from now till March 22nd, midnight PST. Any type of post is welcome, but please make sure content is respectful of all readers. Please tag your posts PepperDay so we can find them in the reader, too. Looking forward to visiting your webby home! You are invited to the Inlinkz link party! Click here to enter https://fresh.inlinkz.com/js/widget/load.js?id=a8b40ada7693d64e5923 Continue reading #PepperDay 3/22 Link Up
When I can’t quite build a thought out into something solid enough for this blog, I will often post it to Instagram with the tag #LilliputianLog. The last weeks have seen a few of those posts so I thought I’d share them and the content here for those who aren’t on the other platform. _______________________________________ 03.19.2021 I traced my husband’s handwriting onto a handkerchief, then … Continue reading lilliputian logs
On the farm where I grew up, the sky would shatter in the winter. It would drop shavings of frozen, clumps of ice sliver. It would breathe in all the months before and exhale a steady shivering of frost. The roads would glisten slick, like the walkway outside my front door. And we, the people who tended to the ground, who planned for this — … Continue reading salting this year
Once broken doesn’t mean always broken. Healed doesn’t mean there won’t be mending to do. Mending doesn’t have to be a hard work, it can be a soft one, a gentle tilling and tending. A piece of litter thrown into the recycling. A spritz of perfume behind my ear, the bright of the bergamot jumping in front of any other scent. A smile to a … Continue reading tending to the mending
Yesterday, it was the grief that lingers like the smell of pine when the Christmas tree has already been removed. You take big gulps of your own volition, seeking the pockets of air that would fill your lungs with memories. When you breathe out, they scent your nostrils and weigh down your tongue with a realization of gone forever. A heavy tongue, a heavy heart, … Continue reading dialects
