Well, true to the change of seasons, I have stories of my own transitions to tell…from the lightest moments of shopping trips…
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My Return to Food
It felt good to be happy, even as I felt the memories of the last time I had even proposed to formally create it.
Little Things, Spring 2022.
I have learned of little things and of stopping. I am finite…
A Memory Tucked
“Wait, I want to show you something…”
“Soon..soon brown stalks awaken with green which turn to leaves.”
“Easy girl. Easy.”
March 16, 2022 The news reporting and the replies from Ukrainians have caused me to marvel at the field of linguistics. I’m sure there is some selection to find English-speaking individuals. Their abilities re-ignite my vow to learn another language and to actually try out those abilities with travel! From last time, I wrote aboutContinue reading ““Easy girl. Easy.””
Blue and Yellow
May they know the love of neighbors and the beauty of humanity…the peace of a home which will always know safety.
Cardiology and concrete.
Beyond the curtain glass wall, footsteps and conversations criss cross continuously. It is pleasantly busy, not unlike a neighborhood corner cafe..
My soul had felt it for weeks. “Don’t wait,” from weeks ago ripened into the phrase ‘It’s time”…
January 4, 2022 I watched a favorite movie as the clock struck midnight. I had been reminded of the movie by what seemed to me to be the signature music of the movie. Beethoven’s Seventh played in the movie’s poignant moment when King George gave his World War II speech to the people of GreatContinue reading “New Gray.”