The distance between home and home is 7,300 kilometres (give or take), and miles morph into minutes en route to hours per heartbeat. Chronology blurs and winds like the road at the top of a canyon during a rainstorm. Seconds cascade in silt-saturated rivulets over sandstone outcrops. Halfway has no meaning. Our breath takes its [...]
Categories: adventures, these small moments
Perhaps we are among the last. To listen to the click of an analog clock and stare at the possibility within a blank page. Pen hovering and heavy with unformed phrases. We are searching for the story. The heart, the beat, the string of what runs along our bones. Amassing graphemes and morphemes in the [...]
Categories: inklings, these small moments
I will steal this second to whisper non-secrets as I stand behind you in the grocery line. That life is waiting to pounce on the other side of the automatic doors. It’s curled up in your shopping cart, pretending to be asleep. You won’t believe me. Because you know already and dismiss the adventure of [...]
Categories: notions and sundries, these small moments
Aunt Alice warned me that Jake wanted to pay me for singing at Vika’s funeral.
“You know he doesn’t have to pay me,” I protested. “I’m glad to do this no matter what.”
“You let him pay you!” Aunt Alice chided. “He’ll be insulted if you don’t take it.”
Which, of course, I knew. I wouldn’t dream [...]
Categories: these small moments
They call me their Singing Angel. We have the most undefineable of relationships. The one clear relationship among them is Auntie Alice, my grandmother’s sister. But the rest are just the parish women and men. And I get up once a month to lead the singing. I put my heart into it. At first, it [...]
Categories: these small moments
