There is a chill here today. The sky is overcast and the room is darker than usual. I lift my coffee to my lips, hands wrapped around warm white pottery. I drink with some sweet kind of reverence. Thank you for this small grace. Melancholy piano keys offer...
This post was written and published seven years ago. It was a a different lifetime, really. My marriage had ended the year before – grief and shock were still lodged in my bones. With seven years as a stay at home mother away from my home country on a visa that...
