Sometimes I sink into a moment. I sit poolside and listen to the sounds of children splashing. Seven of those children belong to me – seven, seven-year-old boys. I’ve only known them a week and yet I feel I might… Read More ›
memories
Sometimes I Feel an Echo
via Daily Prompt: Echo Sometimes I hear an echo, only it is not quite a sound but rather a memory. Or perhaps a memory of a feeling. Like yesterday, when I saw him standing there and I felt a giddy… Read More ›
Innocence Lost
Lost innocence does not occur all at once like an epiphany illuminated by a brilliant bolt of lightning. Instead, it is a gradual thing, like peeling layers of wallpaper away from a wall, one layer at a time. As we… Read More ›
Morning Pages 