Beautifully flawed

We were cleaning up the kitchen, these hilarious sisters and mom and I. Mom in her pink gloves at the sink, the rest of us buzzing around drying dishes and putting stuff away.  Somehow the subject of scars came up and my sister said, “They are so unique, and personal…” Something to be proud of,…

When the cold tries to get in…

I wrap myself tighter in the blanket. The wood stove is working overtime as the cold wind that moans through the naked trees finds all the cracks and crevices in this old farmhouse. I love this place, uneven floors with wide cracks that hoard crumbs and dust bunnies. But it is cold, and the heavy stove…