Just a Memory

The charming piece of wood furniture you see pictured above has survived ten moves with me over the years. Serving a different purpose each time, it’s held everything from baby toys to fitness equipment. Now painted white, the old wood continues to reveal itself underneath the chipped paint. No amount of tightening can take away … Continue reading Just a Memory

I’m no poet, but i get to…

Weekends used to be for sleeping in. That’s how it’s always been. Now, weekends and weekdays are greeted in the same way, I get to wake up early every day. Before the sun shines bright, I get to wake up early and write. I get to move my body and exercise. I get to organize … Continue reading I’m no poet, but i get to…