We are all collections , the sum of our parts, our histories, bundled and packaged into one body. Inside my 56, I am the 5 year old blowing dandelion seeds in the wind, learning to a ride bike on gravel roads, making mud pies on the farm. I am 10, scouring the bookmobile library for […]
The more the years wear us as garments to be changed and molded, the more I wish to lean in and wrap myself in his cloak of warmth and exasperating opposition. I appreciate literature and self-study, the art of the word and the beauty in the flow of language itself. He rarely enters into a […]
Kathy Pardell 