Day 1: I’m sitting on the deck with a book in my lap. Delicate flecks of ash flutter from the sky and settle on my legs. The book is Stephen King’s On Writing, and though it’s not one of his horror thrillers, it still feels fitting to be reading something by this author in this … Continue reading Ashes, Ashes

Twin Peaks We cross the bridge and wind our way up to the top of the city. Though we’ve all tested negative my mother has warned me that we will still have to keep our distance. But when she opens the gate to greet us she can’t help herself and gathers each of us in … Continue reading Beautiful Moments