So, I Write

I want to notice. I want to see the veins on leaves, winding trajectories of life and nourishment. Roads that lead to shade and rest and air and beauty. I want to see how the wind takes form. How it moves with grace and power and becomes whatever it wants to be. Gust or breeze, … Continue reading So, I Write


“When Dormant Daffodils Bloom”

Have you heard that I'm writing another book? If not, let this serve as your official notification! It's odd, though this book writing stuff. Odd because it's the most private and solitary endeavor until suddenly it isn't. I've been working on this story for the last year and a half but have only recently actually talked … Continue reading “When Dormant Daffodils Bloom”