The evidence of her joy is clear in the photos they took of each other on the water on the mountain tops on that fallen sycamore so old or so heavy it had to come down and block the trail, which is sort of what happened when she learned she was not the right sizeContinue reading “Needle”

Conditional Love

What if it came to you broken but still full of potential? What if it made you feel something like comfort when you held it at arms length to examine its flaws? What if the glaze was chipped and scuffed and could never be restored to its original condition? What if you liked the wayContinue reading “Conditional Love”