5 a.m. was too early to be walking to the store. Though I enjoyed the view, the quiet, the cool air before the monsoon humidity got out of bed for the day, I wanted to be home, with my coffee and a quiet house before Charlie woke up. We were told, through a pipeline of… Continue reading An Almal Morning
I'm thankful that seasons change. That summer shifts to fall. I'm thankful that nothing can stop the autumn from coming -- the vibrant green leaves from falling from their branches, turning to crisp hues of golden wonder. I'm thankful that nothing can stop the breeze from breaking the summer heat. I'm thankful that this season, however long it lasts, will end.
Mom has always been a morning person. I'll remember forever that big white robe she wore in the mornings when I was a kid. It showed her smallness, the bulky baggy thing that it was. I always knew the time to wake up was coming when I heard her shower shut off. The light from… Continue reading A Normal Morning
I hope that hand-made wreath graces your front door. Your first front door, where family and friends—who are are mostly family—will come through and sit around your table, propped on elbows and leaning closer to listen above the murmurs of the people you love all around you and above your favorite song humming behind the… Continue reading Saturday Showers