“Don’t hit your brother.” “Don’t fight!” “We don’t hurt people. It’s not nice.” On the playground, at the grocery store, on children’s TV shows; out of our grown-up mouths. Hear it, believe it, repeat… more →
Where the Butterflies Goheather grace stewart wrote 1 month ago: “Don’t hit your brother.” “Don’t fight!” “We don’t hurt people. It’s not nice.” On the playground, a … more →
heather grace stewart wrote 1 month ago: So much seems trivial studying the sun-kissed tulip blossoming in the clear glass jar at my bedside: … more →
heather grace stewart wrote 1 month ago: Golden sunshine shimmers on this lazy lake like sequins. A lone cormorant flaps its wings incessantl … more →
heather grace stewart wrote 1 month ago: I want to remember the look on your face when you walked my way; the feel of your hand on the small … more →
heather grace stewart wrote 7 months ago: for Larry and Robin Your pillow has a valley; that soft place where your head would rest. This first … more →
heather grace stewart wrote 7 months ago: The evening news left us sleepless with images of protests in the holy city, terrorist bombings, dri … more →
heather grace stewart wrote 1 year ago: The great oak sways proud, stands high, Then paints its final will against an autumn sky: That is ho … more →
heather grace stewart wrote 1 year ago: As the butterflies are beckoned when fall’s frost appears I will know when to fly and forsake these … more →