A Controlled Burn

“They’re burning next door” she said when she walked into the room. Were they? I hadn’t noticed. Sure enough, when I looked out of the south bedroom windows the sky was full of smoke. Zoe was referring to a controlled burn that was happening next door to us on conservation land. I saw the flames … Continue reading A Controlled Burn

Go To Bed

I go to sleep each night now hoping I wake up. I never did this before my husband died. Before that day, I just went to bed. I would read a little in whatever novel was currently sitting on my bedside table. Put some lipgloss on, slather lotion on my now crepey hands. Turn out … Continue reading Go To Bed