Five years of wonder, you sit beside me wrapped in a bright beach towel. Your sun-bleached hair, wet and soppy, mopped into twizzler strands. The chlorine odor lifts from your shoulder, between teenage whistles and splashing water. Soon, we will pop open a honey jar and peel the thyme for our pickled strawberries. But first,Continue reading “P is for Polka Dot”
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“[The bicycle] has done more to emancipate women than any one thing in the world. … It gives her a feeling of self-reliance and independence the moment she takes her seat; and away she goes, the picture of untrammelled womanhood.” Susan B. Anthony Nothing taps into my sense of freedom like book-ending a day onContinue reading “b•i•c•y•c•l•e”
Grief
A Really Hard Thing From the base of that mountain I called to you. Questions fade as words dissolve into a fog of dried lavender sky. I have two pearl earrings tucked delicately in a flowering leather coin pouch, like the one your grandfather carried. His voice still distinctly held close to memory. I can’tContinue reading “Grief”
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