How do I keep finding myself here in the middle of the night? I should be sleeping. I tossed and turned an hour before surrendering to the river-rush of words that swept me up in its current and lifted my body out of bed and onto the quiet bank of the 3 a.m. kitchen table….
The Daily Turn #23: Sketches of a Morning Spent in a Friend’s Garden
Girls poking holes in dirt and planting tiny seedsthat will grow into salad that we will eat this fall. A little boy sitting on a tractor pretending to drivegetting on and off and back on with little bare feet. The pride on Rosie’s face when she told me that Her favorite part of the day was…