Poetry

A few days ago I was getting my daughter ready for her first week of preschool. Backpack to hold things, blanket for rest time, water...

I came to the mountains to grieve.  Or to manage grief.  I’m not sure which - And I’m not sure it matters. It is a fight that feels...

I love stability, or at the every least predictability. Change is ok, as long as it happens on my terms. But life is not nearly that...