Choices: A beautiful thought came to me today about inserting some new material for Aislin. In this scene, she is exuding peace and forgiveness at the end of the book. Then I was like, "No, the book is titled The... Continue Reading →
Does the sun feel scared— Looking out over earth and all she cares for? Does she fear the loss of one of her most beautiful children? The Earth, one of her closest? A beautiful ball of water and fire, circling... Continue Reading →
what's age but a thunderclap, a gathering of voices, the smell of rain, the gift of lines connecting my birth to my death, wind that forces years up a tree, the high ladder I climb to reclaim them, and the... Continue Reading →
