What if we let others walk with us, even if from a distance? What if we let our complexity shine out, rather than close off and cage us? What if we stood in our reality, and let it be?
I think that’s what she would have done.
So what if I said: my mother, the human who shaped and grew me, died two and a half months ago and this is what was in me in the before, during, and after?
“There is time to stop and watch the bubbles,” Mariah said earlier today, as we sat on a bench on the south bank of the Thames river, watching two men dip large pieces of rope, tied to the end of tall wooden sticks, into a large bucket of soap, waving billowing bubbles through the wind. ContinueContinue reading “Stand Still”
I. This summer, I can be found working nine to five in a windowless cubicle, in the corner of a break room, in the basement corner of a very old and dark administration building. And in those hours, I am doing work about which I am passionate, in which I believe, and of which IContinueContinue reading “in the trees”
callie daniels-howell 