weathered

It was one of those moments where I couldn't be sure if this was a June storm or the coming apocalypse as I hung up the phone.  My eyes trained on the edges of the window where the blinds block out the least light as I watched the sky fall dark.  Night dark.  Sun gone … Continue reading weathered

even here…

There's an internal monologue which plays through my head in the mornings as I go about my tasks. Stick to my schedule.  As I wake K from slumber, get her ready for school not so much by doing for her as I used to, but by carefully not doing for her. By hanging at the … Continue reading even here…