I must be an emotional archaeologist because I keep looking for the roots of things, particularly the roots of behavior and why I feel certain ways about certain things. ~ from The World According to Mister Rogers I’m so glad […]

Long Light

It’s late. I’ve been sitting out front enjoying the long light, watching the sky slowly ease into night. In the stillness, memories bubble up freely; like fireflies, appearing, disappearing. Night’s magicians. This tiny window opened for me tonight: Mom and […]