The leaves stretch towards the window, yearning for the sun, their backs exposed to the dark. I turn the plant backwards, encouraging the plant to grow evenly, and so its back can be free of its fear of the dark. I pressed my finger into the soil, but instead of a sponginess, my fingertip burrows…… Continue reading Singing to the Plants
Month: December 2018
Baking Like My Mom
Mom turned off the mixer and released the latch to lift the top up and remove the mixer from the bowl. She twisted the bowl, freeing it from the Kitchenaid. She stuck a spatula in the bowl and scraped down the sides. Detaching the mixing head, she used her fingers to take the last bit…… Continue reading Baking Like My Mom
The Land of Childhood
The morning smells of dew soaking the grass and dirt. It’s a fresh, hopeful scent. The sun casts shades of pink and oranges into the faces of the dew. It peeks through the canopy, trees parting only for the lake and the sun. The sun rises on my right, the deep forest in front of…… Continue reading The Land of Childhood
