It feels good turn a house into a home
It feels good to turn a house into a home. To take these walls and roof and floors and fill them with the things we have collected. It...
Struggling to Stay, Impossible to Leave
I used to write in my travel blog a few times a week. I don't know if it helped me to process anything, but it certainly didn't hurt....
The saddest sound
He used to call me rabbit. “Because you jump,” he says, clapping his hands to illustrate the point. He laughs when I flinch, but then he...
The nose of a cutthroat trout
I just want to fill myself up with the reflections of clouds in still mountain lakes, memorize the sound of a dragonfly breaking the...