Fall 2014

Ordinary Miracle

I have mourned lost days when I accomplished nothing of importance. But not lately. Lately, under the lunar tide of a woman’s ocean, I work my own sea-change: turning grains of sand to human eyes. I daydream after breakfast while the spirit of egg and toast

Where It Begins

It all starts with the weather. Comes a day when summer finally gives in to the faintest freshet of chill and a slim new light and just like that, you’re gone. Wild in love with the autumn proviso. You can see that the standing trees are all busy lighting themselves up ember-orange around the hemline, starting their…