Candy box blue ribbon, much older lace, beige ticking that covered an old mattress until I tore it off. French postcard of a girl in blue holding an egg. Spring. New life old age. Re-creating Becoming Not an Easter bonnet…

Sacha knows I like to squeeze the toothpaste in the middle, I always have. He says, Mommy, I know it is you! I can't help it, the plump spot just aching to be squeezed, tempting me like a pinch to…

the small things of love’s labor sing a song to me, soothing as a lullaby. unattached antique pieces of no importance that contain history fragments, that are tattered, worn, forgotten, of un-monumental moments. gathered for my eyes, the stories underneath…

They stared into the future their hair turned white she lost her footing he didn’t take her hand she took hold of herself "Why did you wear red pants?" "Why didn’t you wear any jewels?" They had it out for…

The other day while waiting for a friend I sat down on the step and soaked in the sun. There on the rush-hour street, with the screeching of mopeds, the coming and going of busy people with places to go,…

What would happen if you played hookey? If you just step aside? If not for the rest of your life, just for a day, or a few hours? What is your idea of spontenity? Fun? Letting your hair down and…