As I eat my breakfast each morning, I love to watch the wall. The wall of the abandoned building across the street, that is.
It is in the stillness, the sameness, the repetition of my attendance, that my sight deepens. 301 more words
Yesterday my friend sent me an old picture of hers from Instagram–a photo of my daughter, age 1, crawling around the floors of our apartment. my friend said “I just want to be back at with you, drinking French Press and getting scratched by your cat Huckleberry. 1,108 more words