Tutoring A Four Year Old

When This Is Over...we Will Got To The Rainforest, Or A Beach As White As Bone. We Will Eat Grapes From The Vine, We Will Swim With Sea Turtles, We Will Walk Miles On Cobblestone Streets. We Will Laugh And Talk And Confess. We Will.

I Pointed To The Wound. "it's Missing," I Said. My Grandmother Smiled, And That Was All It Took For Me To Stop Seeing The Scar, And To Recognize Her Again. "yes," She Said. "but See How Much Of Me Is Left?

When She Wanted To Escape Her Life, She Read Books

It Was Like Trying To Bail Out An Ocean Of Water With A Teaspoon.

Something Still Exists As Long As There's Someone Around To Remember It.