The Peaches This Year
A poem about standing at the kitchen counter with a ripe peach and the strange mercy of a single, unhurried moment.
Continue reading →Thinker of thoughts · Writer of occasional verse
A poem about standing at the kitchen counter with a ripe peach and the strange mercy of a single, unhurried moment.
Continue reading →
She had read the note a hundred times. She still wasn't sure what to do with it.
Continue reading →
Changing your mind used to feel like failure. I'm slowly learning it might be the bravest thing a leader can do.
Continue reading →
There are gifts that only come to those who discover them out of season — and I've been thinking about what that costs, and what it offers.
Continue reading →
Nobody needs a second cup of coffee. That's rather the point.
Continue reading →