Polishing Rocks

A pocket full of rocks when I was a kid meant this girl had a smile on her face. My favorites were the Apache teardrops from Papa (I now know they were obsidian), then there were the sparkly ones I so desperately wanted to believe were embedded with silver. Technically, my Papa’s arrowheads (that are … More Polishing Rocks

My New Crush

Awake early again, on a Saturday morning. In my pre-dawn haze, waiting hopefully for sleep to return, I knew it was useless. Words were dancing on the walls of my brain. Different sizes, different colors. Too brightly lit for sleep to return. It wouldn’t be back. Frustrating this time, because the words weren’t the content … More My New Crush