I’ve a knack for burrowing deep by him where there is this nook, a perfect dip here and bump for a pillow: I am safe. I am warm. The air is cool on my toes which peak out from the small blanket we’re trying to share.
Better a lender than a borrower. My mother always told me when I asked her for another cookie as she was packing my lunch into a brown paper bag. I’d carry a bag she’d packed for me every day from kindergarten […]
It was old and had been sanded down more than once by weathered hands, but with patience that could only be found in the waves that rocked against the shore with a consistency that could only envied on ground.
They used to twinkle, like stars do if we could hear them. They ring of memories and promises that I might have forgotten had it not been for the reminders that sang to me from my wrist as I moved through my days.
I wish I had realized I wanted to be a catcher earlier. If I had I would’ve always worn my glove, and I mean always, I would look like I had a club hand. A birth defect, one that would shine on the field, catch […]
I’ve always had a temper. I know it’s not the best thing, but I can’t help it. I’m emotional–but not the kind of emotional where people have to walk on tip toe as to not upset me. I’m emotional about things that […]