"Wait" can be just another evil four-letter word, for sure. I hear that. I'm absolutely pinned to the spokes, waiting for this particular wheel of time to pass, and it's slow-going. Sometimes it seems as if it would be more expedient to get off this ride and just push the bloody cart up the hill.… Continue reading We wait.
It's incredible when you have those windows, those moments of clarity--the low-humidity, cool fall-like day in the midst of July--and you remember that it won't always be summer. It won't always be so hot, so humid, so still. You remember that relief does come and that this day was a gift--a small reminder to keep… Continue reading Exceedingly Breathable
Even when we have nowhere to go, nothing to gain, nothing to flee from, nothing to race to, we still insist on, if not swimming hard and fast in circles, then treading water, looking around, trying not to be noticed not being busy. Just writing that was tiring. On those days, we float. And on… Continue reading Necessary to Float
I try, as much as possible, to take my cues from nature, where the only rule is survival. So. Leaning, on occasion, if the structure is sound, falls well within that parameter.
Amy Holt 