I’m surrounded by boxes: organizing, packing, discarding, all in preparation to move into my new house. I’m awake with to do lists, my thoughts, and the summer night heat. It occurs to me that movement may be the theme for this year, although the irony of the theme throughout my twenty-something ... READ the POST
A Time To Move
Light Through The Cracks
Twenty. I lived downtown my senior year of college. I had just returned from studying abroad in Australia and was so excited for my final year in Uni. I was walking to my car in the parking lot, located behind the brewery, the same walk I made every night coming home from work or class. I opened ... READ the POST
