The pearl is lovelier than the most brilliant of crystalline stones, the moralist declares, because it is made through the suffering of a living creature. About that I can say nothing because I feel none of the fascination of pearls. Their cloudy lustre moves me not at all. Nor can I decide for myself upon … Read more
I’m writing this down because I don’t ever want to forget the way it was. It doesn’t seem as if I could, now, but they all tell you things change. And I guess they’re right. Older people must have forgotten or they couldn’t be the way they are. And that goes for even the best … Read more
Reese always thought of herself as the brave one when it came to the forest. The darkness of the forest would always drive away everyone else. But one day she decided to step out of her usual routine and take a walk. She didn’t seem to care the sun was going down. As she continued … Read more
Red I didn’t expect red today. Most days it felt blue, green, gray, or some combination of the three. There was the wind pressing itself flush against my cheek, and it felt most certainly red. I stood there, taking a deep breath, trying to make sense of it. I had felt oranges and yellows on … Read more
I was in the middle of working on the final chapters of my book when my daughter’s laughter made me look through the window. The study, or „Mom’s writing room“, was on the ground floor and the French doors opening to the patio allowed a gorgeous view of the lush backyard and my kids playing … Read more