Hello, all! Happy Friday! Hope you’re having a wonderful afternoon, maybe sitting and writing in a coffee shop while waiting to meet with an old friend, like me. This morning, my little sister had an appointment, and I was sitting in a waiting room reading one of the...
My mother gave me her love of cemeteries And words—those carved into stone monoliths As well as those scrawled across the back of Receipt paper and notepads stained with old Coffee drippings. She gave me skinned knees From kneeling in front of gravestones taking...
