Living Room

The pictures of us hang on the walls, just like the memories that occupy my mind.A reminder to create, because I so often forget.This couch has held much more than our bodies, and it shows.It will remember us long after we’ve gone.As the screen plays clips of fairytales, real life stretches out before me.Far better… Continue reading Living Room

The House That Built Me

Mornings spent eating breakfast at the table.Afternoons spent napping on the couch.Summers spent running through the yard and climbing the trees.Hours of laughter. Knowing I was loved every step of the way.Days spent playing dolls.Thousands of gallons of water used to fill up the bathtub.Years spent talking and dreaming and pretending.A childhood of memories hidden… Continue reading The House That Built Me