I am rooted hereLike a California palm and a giant redwood treeOr the jacarandas planted from somewhere elseAnd like their purple leavesThis is not where my roots began I am rooted thereIn a cold Michigan winter which left the trees bareA spring whose start was so lateThe northern red oaks looked like veins reaching for
I am just a few months over 40 and recently did some self reflection while stoned in my sister’s pool. I realized that in my 40 years, I have been blessed with a long list of friends whom I always referred to as my BFFs (best friends forever). There were ones from my childhood that
Do you have those memories where you are not sure if they are actually memories or something someone told you? Or maybe even a dream? If I think back to the earliest memory I have, it is a rainy night and I am in a truck, and my mom is lifting a fallen tree off
I tried to write the story of when 20-year-old me moved to Los Angeles, but first I had to tell the story of how I got to Tucson from rural Michigan. It became a story about the various men, good and bad, that influenced my sometimes drastic decisions. So, I want to say that this
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