This moment? This right here, right now? It grabs my eyeballs and makes me stop reading my book and look up. The girl is sitting beside me on the brown exactly-the-right-amount-of-squish couch in our half painted “wooden room”; half painted because I started it a year and a half ago on my christmas break and …
I sit early in the morning, too early to need to be awake. I think to turn on the Rainy Mood app on my tablet and adjust the thunder, birds and rain intensity and smile to myself as it plays out in the darkness of my room. Weather preferences at a click, no umbrella required. …
I sit across the room, music narrating the early morning mood. Rabbit Room 2018 is playing on Spotify and I perk up when Mr. Rogers’ theme starts playing, sung by JJ Heller. I bought myself a small jar of pre-brew cinnamon coffee spice and a bag of Michigan cherry coffee beans yesterday and saved it …
I was awake earlier than I needed to be on this Sunday morning but I was ok with that. It gave me a chance to talk, this new day and I, to our common Creator. I moved slowly in my kitchen, the year-long white Christmas lights strung around the ceiling simmering warm hues. The girl …
I was wearing mint green “baby doll” pajamas, the kind that have the matching shorts and flowy, crepey short top that shows them off. They were popular then, like the Brady Bunch and harvest gold kitchen appliances and shag carpet were popular. I was 5 days into being 11, all gangly legs and cats …