I read the poem again this weekend that makes me think of F, A Circle of Sun, by Rebecca Kai Dotlich – so much so that we based her whole third birthday party around it and I embroidered it on her birthday dress. There were several reasons I pulled out that particular anthology and read the poem…
not normal
Tuesday was a rough day, the details are unimportant so I’ll leave it at that. At some point in the night I forgot how to breathe, how to simply take a breath, followed by a second breath and then another. Forgetting how to breathe makes it difficult to talk, but somehow I managed to choke…
along a long road
Yesterday everything dropped, starting with the temperature. After a truly gorgeous November weekend where we ate outside for lunch, it’s a little hard to shift gears to forty degrees colder and ice on the windshield. This past weekend was a little bit of everything we needed – a good balance of home and away, quiet time…