Hmmm. I thought I put me down right there
Here is Where All day the wind blew the trees against the house, and my old ears heard the hearty breeze as a roaring river, the kind that swells in spring, the kind that swallows…
To Sleep, Perchance to Wake and See the Stars
Bink does not sleep solidly through the night, ever. When she was younger it was especially challenging, because she'd wake up and need me to be right there with her, and she'd often be up…
MelindaFebruary 18, 2019
Love is a Rendering
Love is a Rendering Telling you how I love you is like trying to find things that haven’t been said about the ocean. My hands prefer to paint it— affection, water— sweeping, striped backgrounds,…
MelindaFebruary 14, 2019