Survivors

On this wet Sunday afternoon, quiet beckons with slender tendrils and we head out, dogless and solitary, seeking only a spit of dry ground to wander the rock-encrusted coastline just down the road from our little town; Recently returned from half a world away heads...

Embracing the Sky

Just because it’s all they’ve ever known doesn’t mean it’s all they know. This was a thought, post grief, after observing for myself creatures my child self deemed mystical: kookaburra, wombat, wallaby, koala; none in a feral state, of course. Which brought up those...

The Blouse

We hardly ever call a blouse a blouse in these days of tops and tees and such. Yet in Mrs. Helsel’s 1967 eighth grade homemaking class (to which only girls were admitted – boys were relegated to ‘shop), we were required to sew an A-line skirt and a blouse. With...

Reflective

  I never told you I loved you enough, the only ones to whom it might have mattered and mattered much, how could I? There are certain things one apprehends only with age, the fact that most parents were mere children themselves when they raised us up; Now when I...