Every day it seems the world spins a little bit faster. Each month, each year, it seems to pick up the pace, running at a speed that the best training plan couldn’t prepare you for. Each moment feels like a grain of sand I’m planning to pick up and watching slip through my fingers at once. … More Finding Pause
I had forgotten about the fireflies. The tiny little firecrackers that lit up my grandparents’ backyard and once flooded my memories of childhood summers, with their little sacs of glowing goo that sometimes streaked the jar I caught them in to win a slushy from the 7/11 gas station. I forgot that they fly here, too. In fact, … More The Flash of the Firefly
Sometimes I try to remember what it felt like the first time I made a friend. The furthest back I can remember using the term “best friend” I think was when I told my parents and anybody who asked that a little girl I spent all my time running around and holding hands with in my first pre-school … More Making Friends on the Playground
The Transition Artist 