“Do you remember it? Do you remember the sword and it’s sheath? Do you remember the carvings?”
…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
I painted the waves with the pen of my memories..
Under make-up and skin; beside the jewelry and clothes; this is what I am. This is my truth…
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
February 13, 2022 More of the story… The Story continues on the story page (I really need to work on… Read more The Absence of Noise.
Lard and tablespoons of the iciest tap water are two of the four ingredients of the best pie crust recipe…each time I create pies, I hear her reminders as I blend her crust recipe.
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
Pileated woodpeckers and trees brushed with the first swash of gold…I luxuriate my mind in the subtleties of nature’s changes.
August 3, 2021 The River What started out as a vacation to see virgin forests, has morphed into the beginning… Read more A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice