Heirlooms

My mother gathered her old bookmarks, broken piano keys, all the pens in the house she could find, and chopped a sliver of her golden hair. She mixed these ingredients together like the way she did with her mother’s cheesecake and made me.   She built my soul out of the words that stuck to … Continue reading Heirlooms

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I am building a home where the floors are made up of strength that creaks with courage in each step that walks all over it, where the walls are created with confidence and comfort. where the roof roars with security and forgiveness; it protects me from the tsunami tides but decides the sun should still … Continue reading Home