Curls stuck to her forehead in the heat of day or maybe the heat of life, ㅤ tubby fingers and bathingsuit bottom full of sand, ㅤ nothing but shells on her mind. ㅤ Childhood heals. Not always the one we had or didn’t have, but surely the one we can live again as we...
Home, feeling alone? Yet surrounded by a crew under the age of 5 whose needs are unending. ㅤ He sees you. ㅤ Single, still. With a closet full of bridesmaid dresses, and a deep desire to be known. ㅤ He sees you. ㅤ Tired of alarm clocks and rushing and to-do lists....