Finding Family Stories

I’m not that close to my family. My dad, of course, and my brother and sister-in-law. But not my grandparents on either side or my aunts and uncles and myriad cousins. We’ve just never lived near them, so I don’t have the type of relationship that I...

Craving Beauty

I am dying to see, hear, write something beautiful. There’s this feeling in my spirit that is craving something transcendent. I can’t quite name this feeling; it’s really beyond my words. Maybe I’m feeling this way because I’m still a...

The Silent Whispers of Research

Here’s the scene. A woman in her office, a cat asleep on a rocker next to her, a space heater staving off the breeze coming through the window. The sounds of the Georgia Tech-Virginia Tech match-up coming through the door. It’s 10:30pm, and the only lights...

Dreaming in Dirt

I keep her garden, worrying for the spent columbine and daisy that sleep through winter in beds of straw. The rain barrel stands full of dark water, in the dark. It opens its mouth as if to speak. – from “Inheritance” by Kathleen Norris “I keep...