Change in Routine

It comes on so slowly, this change in routine. Yet every season I find myself fighting to hang onto habitual tasks. I need another summer morning to pin clothes to the line while still in my nightgown. I need another autumn afternoon to sit on the porch and listen to dry leaves skitter down the … Continue reading “Change in Routine”


She withdraws from her name, wondering why, as a child, she wrote it on everything she owned – black magic marker on a backpack, silver paint pen on a leather jacket, the image etched into her flesh by a man named Shaker. There aren’t statues of cats, at least, posed and lined up on wooden … Continue reading “Identity”


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