Magic in the Ordinary

From my perch on Momma’s bed, I can see the outside bush beginning to blossom. The small, pink buds collect raindrops, and I feel sorry for it almost. It will undoubtedly freeze once more before Spring truly greets us. All is still in the house, and I am reminded of those slow, still, sleepy mornings …

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. …