Growing Again

  I know the signs well. That slight nauseousness just noticeable enough to be irritating, yet not debilitating. An intense craving for salt; only strange to me because of the way it manifests itself in an overwhelming desire for – of all things – Top Ramen. And of course a new layer of exhaustion, which […]

The House on Elizabeth Street

  We like to call her Elizabeth, that little darling of a house. And although she wasn’t ours to keep, she was ours to love into a home again. I’ll never forget the first time Mr. G led me through her dark doorway. Oh, how gloomy! I thought. It was really perhaps a little too disgusting to make […]