So, here is what was supposed to be. You were going to bake with cast iron for our 10-year anniversary, and I would craft a kickass haiku. Something like… Blueberry pie night’s Snow moon blinks on salt water Beach sand sugar beams But these words, … Continue reading The Poem That Never Happened
He clears a back room, so I may have a writing space of my own. He tells me, “Why not? Just write. Let me support you.” He plans to one day build a writing cabin. He can do this because his hands belong to his … Continue reading Let Go
Here’s my Relief post about driving nostalgia and what lies at the end of the road. Driving
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