Gravity | Maura O’Connor Today I am fragile pale twitching insane and full of purpose. I’m thinking of my lover:…
I took off from work last week, the week between Christmas and New Year. It was quite possibly the smartest…
Awhile back I wrote these words: There is only one brand of pain, self-inflicted. What did I mean? Well, I…
There’s a gnarly, old crab apple tree in our front yard. Every year when the apples ripen, it’s a sure…
photo credit When I decided to start this blog last winter, I had doubts. Many automatic negative thoughts rushed through…
The Thing Is | Ellen Bass to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for…
