I am going to miss the boy in the pig costume, he leaves for Seattle September 13th. Whenever I think about his leaving my eyes instantly fill with tears.  The other day in the midst of fixing the…

  In France whoever has the last drop of wine or champagne poured into their glass means that they will be married by the end of the year.     Well, sort of…    

  My Grandmother Amaro's wedding shoes. Something old. On my wedding day, I wore my Grandmother's wedding dress the fabric was fragile with age, how it stayed on me I will never know even when I danced it did not…

  The last of the lavender, and a few roses from our garden. Those delicate petals, just like that, perfection. Softness. Letting the petals be.     A handwritten poetry book composed in beautiful script. 1893 When I opened it,…

    When the morning is running faster than your feet can manage, When the day is fuller than your arms can carry, When you know you should sit down and have something to eat, but the beast in you…