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.
THE SISTER: There’s a faded picture of us, with our backs to the camera, sitting on the banks of the river facing out. Both of us legs crossed, I’m looking slightly up toward her. My second-to-oldest sister has dark hair like mine. And, come to find out, she has a similar sense of humor. Sometimes, … Continue reading Party of Five.