Writing

The patience of ordinary things I have conversations with myself where I coach my impatient, anxious self to hide in a room while life goes

Lie down with your belly to the ground Push your head into a pillow, arms tucked tightly into your sides, as you were in the

One morning you might wake up … and remember what it was like to greet your babies, their happy faces, excited to see you, offering

Take me to your river, I want to go. What would I be like if I packed a small suitcase, abandoned my current life and

At night, your beloved wanders. He reaches out with kindness, impressing you. You are pleased. The sweet, creamy middle of the oreo cookie that you