Place

  I stare at the honey-colored wood floors beneath my feet. My eyes travel up to the walls, the painted walls of a pleasing forest green. I didn’t paint these walls. I walk outdoors, bundled up in layers of clothing, making sure to wear gloves and a hat. The gray...

A Shift With Rain

    A Shift With Rain A long wind brushes its fingers through the trees in a stretched whisper. On occasion, it moves angrily, and other times, it shakes and howls at the windowpanes. The long whispers flutter sweetly, softly, welcoming the listener into the...

fly

    “fly” is the right word for me this week as my eldest boarded a plane for the poorest country in the western hemisphere to spend a month working in a remote area on the top of a mountain a one hour drive up and down each day to the health...