Letting Go

I squished too many pillows in the backseat and filled my trunk with what hadn’t been sold on craigslist. Summer in Georgia taught me they don’t call it “Hotlanta” just to be sexy. I stood in the driveway out of breath and sweating, staring at a stack of boxes in the garage.

Making Space for Silly

I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard. I’m unable to recall a recent memory involving this kind of laughter—the kind that unfolds so deep within your soul it causes tears to spill. When did silliness begin to fade? At what point did it crawl into the grave?

Starless Nights

I lift the blinds as high as they will go. Sometimes the sky looks dark purple. Other times it’s a rich, deep shade of navy. Tonight, it is black—the cosmos starless.

Goodbye with a side of Rhubarb

“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” “You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing.” ~ E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

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