The Case for Being Home

Home is a quiet place. Such a contrast to the world around us. People running and doing, all making a ruckus while they're at it. Distractions and stimuli; exhausting attempts to accomplish. A culturally acceptable way to avoid the gentle hum of life at home. The pace of the world is fast for small feet, and oftentimes my … Continue reading The Case for Being Home

On Fullness

Somewhere in the middle of the night it occurs to me that I have an overdue library book. As if she can see my eyes flutter open, little Ruby stirs across the hall, calling for me. I groan as my feet automatically take me to her side. They know the drill. It's got to be at … Continue reading On Fullness