I stared at the blank screen for a good five minutes before setting the timer for 5 minutes of writing. On the blank screen in my head, all sorts of…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
Two of my favorite smells are purple. 1. The lilacs from my family’s tree-sized shrub, lilacs that I gathered by the armful, hacking away at woody stems to harvest the smell…
October 7 | Love I have become a member of a tribe. A tribe I never knew existed in the sub-culture of motherhood, but now I am a full-blooded, card-carrying…
October 6 | Possible It’s possible that I pretended to be an anteater yesterday. An anteater who was rather disappointed to find out that persons do not like eating ants…
October 5 | Home I want to say home is where my family is. But that’s not going to earn me full credit. It’s a partially correct answer. Home certainly…
October 4 | Embrace We wait in the school pick up line for the chimes to signal the end of the elementary school day. We wait for vibrant bodies to spill…