When Leaves Prophesy

The sky was cluttered with autumn leaves like flying fairies set free that morning. They fell from the places where they had been previously huddled together on their own branched bubbles of gold, rusty-red and orange. As we drove to my overdue eye-appointment, my daughter shrieked with delight after a big gust of wind brought … Continue reading When Leaves Prophesy

Slow

Good observation is never fast; as a child, I was an excellent observer.  I noticed things and I remember feeling as if there was never enough time for all of the things I observed and was curious about. Shortly after my family moved overseas, when I was 6 or 7, I saw teenage students mocking an older homeless … Continue reading Slow