Every once in a while I wake up with a sense of sorrow so deep I just want to fall back asleep and try again. Today was that way. I love how the ocean fog that’s rolled in overnight dissipates so slowly on these quiet mornings, giving me time to adjust to the rising summer … Continue reading Morning Fog.
Healing
The Power of Purple
From the Brother: I was a young kid seated tensely in the backseat. My younger sister was to the left of me, silent, behind our mom who was pleading with our dad as she drove. The front seats filled with anger and shouting as we climbed the highway’s first big hill on our long drive … Continue reading The Power of Purple
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