In a moment I will hear the chimes of a familial porch I've never been, where the sun warms a spot just for me on the lap of a gentle Father. Dig deep, dig far, close the door on all the noise. Pull me to where no one goes. There, Father waits, to pat my … Continue reading Hear the Chimes
When Did I Stop Believing?
When did I stop believing in myself? Was it when I turned my head away-- it seems for just a moment-- from my main work, the little one who bears my eyes, to write? Was it when I looked away from the page and realized I'm not that far from where I started? Was it … Continue reading When Did I Stop Believing?