by lori | Apr 29, 2021 | Acceptance, Aging Gratefully, Alzheimer's, Content, Culture Shift, Essays, Flash, Getting Lost, Gratitude, Grief, Neighbors, Pain, Pandemic, Poetry, Respite, Stillness, Strength in Real Life, Unapologetically Odd, Uncategorized, Wayfinding, Women, Writing
1. Our flags always fly at half-mast now.Wide and unhealed wounds on high for the world to seeflap dripping loss and pus rains down into the public square. Below themwhite men, whips still in handand a few hard-yoked women, their heads downplodding alongfacing only... by lori | Oct 7, 2014 | Magic, Play and Magic, Story
It’s really foggy here today. I can see the end of the dock but not much else out there. The whole world looks like a down pillow from my window. As Eva and I walked the beach this morning, a curious seal poked her head out of the water to watch. Thanks to the fog and...