Our neighborhood streets are framed by elms. In autumn orange and golden halos frame each yard.
Before people tear down the small wartime houses to build huge McMansions the city workers build fences around these majestic trees and post signs saying “Protected Tree. Do not damage or remove.”
Each time I left my house this week I made sure to spend a bit of time step-crunching through the yellow carpet on our lawn.
My Locker Room Epiphany
How Finding Nemo Gave Me Hope.
The House that Built Me.
A Curse for This Town; What a Beautiful Town
Words to Places; Scents to Memories
Move Around - Around - Around - Around
Why I hate going to public pools and the beach.
Spring and Such