“I’m not sure which matters more—where the seed comes from, or where it takes root and grows.” ~ Zetta Elliott            


          summer in your house the morning light poured in spilling on the chenille like warm milk dishes clattering in the kitchen as you made breakfast          


          she strained to hold on to the good parts when the not-so-good parts were hard to shake off            

in her house

          “Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs” ~ George Eliot            

drive in

        summer nights we’d pile in the back of dad’s station wagon in our pajamas equipped with blankets, pillows and paper bags full of junk food and fall asleep halfway through the feature