This is an intersection with the fabulous kathrynrose. Her companion entry can be found here.
~~~I learned young that there is only one thing when words fail, when there's too much and too little to say simultaneously. Music fills out silence, and can say all the important things that I can't ( Read more... )

When I was 14, my grandfather set the lawn on fire, on his birthday ( Read more... )

On the wall of my old bedroom in my grandmother’s house is a clock. It’s fancy, the kind with a pendulum. There’s a little door just below the face, and inside that splintery darkness is a tiny hook screwed into the wood of the back, and a world of possibilities ( Read more... )

I’m seven years old, holding my grandmother’s hand and counting backwards in Japanese with her while the voice on the television counts backwards in English. “San! Ni! Ichi ( Read more... )