This year, I decided to tell the stories that I had never shared with anyone.
She is nine, standing on the edge of a lake, making a raft out of a large leaf and a half-blown-away dandelion…
No one tells you when it will be the last time. And now, sitting here, staring out the window at all of winter’s trees…
I can never sleep soundly when there is a full moon outside of my window. I think that perhaps it is because I remember things that I…
There’s an express train right behind this local train and no one seems to care. I know this…
It’s a confusing thing, returning home to a place where none of your furniture lives anymore.