Back Then
I haven't heard Brian Crain's Piano Opus since I wrote things from a tiny rent house right outside of Houston, TX. Back then, I'd rise early before the children stirred…
I haven't heard Brian Crain's Piano Opus since I wrote things from a tiny rent house right outside of Houston, TX. Back then, I'd rise early before the children stirred…
His face is weathered in the pictures I've seen, but his gaze is gentle and his eyes beam kindness. I imagine that, in person, he was unobtrusive yet unavoidable. He…
Ah, the piano and strings are playing here again! And my writing flame is flickering! And I'm sitting happy in front of a window, candle lit, sun shining, flowers potted,…
Seeing his shoes makes me breathe easy. All worn and untied and soft from all day wear, sitting there, at the end of our long hall.... They tell me that…
Women are cultivators. No matter the occupation or lack there of, no matter the political leaning or preferences, no matter the background or bent, women are a wonder of ability…
Having a home that looks staged rather than tenanted is how I'd like to live, if I'm being honest. I seem to operate best when my physical home looks like…
I'm here on hump day, feeling grateful that I get to fill this white space with words again. I don't have long, it seems like I never do these days,…
I was right in the middle of my routine run, clean, and scurry. Once a week I scrub past the surface and try to get each room looking like it's…
I began reading Ruth last week. Wanting so much to hear, to understand, to know - I flipped papyrus wondering where to land and Ruth is where I found myself.…