The Why

I don’t spend a lot of time navel-gazing about why I write. Some things just are, like breezes and cooking smells, my caterwauling cat and the my wonky nail on my right middle finger. [...]


I wear my family on my back like a turtle wears her house. Read this letter for me. What if they come? What do I do? I wear my family on my armor Of stay away Of you don’t understand Of we [...]