Sung Home: Chapter Thirteen. {fiction}
No home. Nothing. As I stood staring, paralyzed in the moment, time stretched and contracted for seconds, or for hours. I couldn’t tell.
Browsing Tag:
grandma
The Last Thing My Grandma Saw.
By caring for her in the last years of her life, I learned the depths of human compassion. I dove into deep crevices of my own humanity in simple moments.
All Roads Lead to Dot’s House: Why Creativity Sometimes Needs Broken Promises.
If we’d always kept our word, we would have missed out on countless afternoons of fun and quality time with Dot. And now that she’s gone, I am so very grateful we broke promises and didn’t keep to our word.