one summer

                      “It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore…

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            

waking up

            “It takes only a moment to breathe, 
a moment to be still, and just like that,
 something in me settles, softens,
 makes space for imperfection.
 The harsh voice of judgement 
drops to a whisper and 
I remember again 
that life isn’t a relay race,
 that we will all cross the finish line, 
that waking up to life 
is…

boyhood

              “Will the freshness, lightheartedness, the need for love, and strength of faith which you have in childhood ever return? What better time than when the two best virtues — innocent joy and the boundless desire for love — were the only motives in life?” ~ Leo Tolstoy             (a scan of a very…

bread crumbs

          “Every hour, Robert thinks, all over the globe, an infinite number of memories disappear, whole glowing atlases dragged into graves. But during that same hour children are moving about, surveying territory that seems to them entirely new. They push back the darkness; they scatter memories behind them like bread crumbs. The world is remade.”   ~ Anthony Doerr  …