Thank the Stars
Now I know it was dangerous. Then, I knew it safe – scooting steeply backwards from a porch on the...
Dancing in Gramma’s Yard
A summer evening in Gramma’s gazebo. She let me sleep on a cot. No sisters about, my very own room,...
Falling In with Mulberries
Up in the mulberry tree the world was well. Her limbs so rich and tawny gave me seat and grip....
Bliss
I was tucked beneath the bushes in back of Grampa’s garage. Shaped like hearts, each lilac leaf. I drew them...
