The First Tree Fell
The first tree fell when I was six years old. We went out in the eye of Hurricane Gloria, everything quiet, sprawled, and exhausted, a giant tree resting against the shattered windowpane on one side of our home. There was no sound. Wind and leaves and branches never coursed through the rooms of our house. It was only remarkable later; the tree’s roots stuck up in the air. The earth torn open into a wild, gaping hole. I remember footsteps on the roof. I remember my Dad shoo-in
A Way Back to Words
Oh. This. Blog. This space has felt so very far away from me in the past year. Last fall and it’s brutal election sent me into a fog. I know a lot of writers struggled to find words after last November and I was one of them. I retreated from them here, lending my voice elsewhere, sounding off on Facebook, then backing away from there, too, where it just felt, and still feels, like too narrow of a place, shouting into our ethers, our choirs, in this cacophony of noise. Twitter
