Flashback to Sixteen (Through the Lens of My Journal)

Flashback to sixteen. I had almost forgotten this season of great sorrow that I experienced in my childhood and early teen years. My memory has softened, and I tend to look back and summarize my childhood as a happy one. I was loved, cherished by my parents, befriended by my eight older siblings. The hardest…

The Daily Turn #13: Daddy’s Garden

Walking again today through my Daddy’s garden I become a child. The scent of honey-sweet allysum is carried by the first wind of the end of summer. I can not find a poetic way to say that the towering hastas smell like honeysuckle and gardenias combined, but I don’t mind, because I do not yet read…

The Daily Turn #10: Glow

When I look back years from now on this particular summer I will remember the taste of lavender the laughter of children the sweat on my husband’s brow not furrowed, but soft rainbows over sunflowering eyes– A warm yellow memory, like spilled-out sun– the same brightness I have felt right in the core welling up…