On Vines and Motherhood

            My clematis plant is heavy with blooms. It’s never been this beautiful before, never beget this many blossoms. I stare at it from my kitchen window, counting the flowers and noting the shades of purple that each one is clothed in.              Every summer, I marvel at how the thin, rubbery, vines of this plant wrap … Continue reading On Vines and Motherhood

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Be Still

The sea rose, towering in threatening piles before crashing down upon the boat unleashing its fury and soaking the deck and its sailors. White walls of water hemmed them in, smothered them, trapped them. Seafoam carried by gusts of wind sprayed in unrelenting blasts, clouding their eyes with salt and storm. I’m sure they couldn’t … Continue reading Be Still