Aug 29 2011
With pruning shears in my hand, and a sadness in my heart, I headed out into my backyard this morning. My neighbor had decided to tear out his bougainvilleas yesterday. The large plants graced our shared wall and I had already grieved for the loss of the bright pink flowers that always looked so lovely …
Aug 05 2011
WRITE for 5 minutes without editing. Write using the prompt of the word WHOLE. GO There were too many conversations this month about babies who did not live. There were too many moments this month with parents, whose arms feel empty—even when they wrap themselves around another. July came and went like …
