I ran out of peppermint cocoa this morning. Just like that. Not a single ounce to add to my morning coffee, nor console me that the fifth day of Pacific Northwest rain is not so terrible. My medically fragile daughter, recently diagnosed with anemia, is home...
The roots of a tree in our backyard. In January. Exposed. Battling the elements. The connectors between the fruit, the trunk, branch, and leaf. The exposed roots continue underground. You can’t see them. The roots that seek out nourishment, sustaining the tree...
// WHO AM I //
I am a Mother, a Wife, an Activist.
I am a Writer.
And in a time such as this,
as Cesar Chavez says,
“Art [should] disturb the comfortable,
and comfort the disturbed.”