I love veiny hands. When they pop out, travel in raised rivers just beneath the skin. Faintly blue or green reminders that we are human, with blood coursing through our bodies that somehow keeps us alive. To walk, to run, to swim, to write, to love. We are alive.

Why should we be so afraid to uproot ourselves? Afraid of losing touch with familiar earth, worried that we will not find suitable soil, forgetful that we are incredibly adaptable beings. When trees are dug up to be replanted, as much of their rootbulb is kept intact as possible, dirt and all. The clod of … Continue reading U is for Uproot

How easy it can be to let someone just inside the doorway. To open the door a crack, to even let them step onto the threshold and peer inside, and then, to find that the latch still hooked, and the door could open no further. And there you are, peering through the crack, still holding … Continue reading T is for Trust

Babies. Babies. Babies. I only have a faint memory of ever wanting to have children, or ever looking forward to that milestone in my life. I remember, from a very young age, responding to my mother's "Just wait until you have children of your own!" with "I'm never having children!" And I really felt that … Continue reading S is for Sire