(it’s like this) and now I lay me down to sleep. old leaves breaking free, falling to the earth, to break apart in the soil. old dreams will nourish new ones. soon, my roots will sense water soon, the sun warming me will activate my enzymes and it will be time to create life. but I am not an evergreen. …
Processing My Memories and My Feelings About Them Can Take Years
All this to say, I don’t remember if I consciously quit, or if I just happened to forget that I used to keep trying. I wonder what else I’ve forgotten,
Little White Lies
I did not fear the truth because of your possible reaction; I feared the truth because of my own reaction.
An Old Witch and A Magic Chair
“I remember the smell of the food cooking on the stove; I remember running and laughing though the clumps of grown-ups, seeing a room full of boots and shins and knees like so many stalks of the river cane in my backyard that made up the tall forests for my playtime.