Does the World Break? Or Fold?-novel excerpt Sol
Spring was here, but I remained too passive. I felt it in my eyes that were tired only from staring at whatever Netflix said was 'for me'. My finger would tap and then my brain would forget. I needed to feel something in a five senses way. A physical book could be a start. The lightness of the pages. The heaviness of them all tied together in story. I searched through 'my list' until I had matched a series, Shadow and Bone, with a book. After I started reading, I reali
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The first time I made my sister-in-law chocolate chocolate chip cookies, I hadn’t been sure exactly how. I used what was in the...
Think Spring
Think spring. Plant. Be hopeful. Plan. Except plants must take root. Take root in soil. Soil isn't dirt. Soil is alive. What if, I'm like I joke, "dead inside"? I play into the joke while envisioning my hollowness. It’s dark and cut sharply like a cavern. Somehow it angles slowly upward to cause a slant on one side only. It spirals inward. What can I plant here? As I say the words, or even think them, I can sense the nauseous ache. Women's History Month holds inside it
