Roots and Wings

As a little girl, tiny, barefoot with a golden crown, I would sit at the foot of a thick tree on the edge of my backyard. Cross-legged, head resting upon dry, crumbling bark, my small lips would whisper secrets.I'm afraid to sing in the Christmas musical. I'm jealous that Lauren is so brave and strong. …

Jersey Girl

Once, when I was fifteen, I rode a bus all the way from Nashville to NYC. It was miserable. We arrived early that morning, and my small town eyes awoke to skyscrapers and busy street corners. We all smelled like stale chips and McDonald's sausage biscuits mixed with that ever so pleasant aroma of teenagers …