A few beautiful days, and we feel spoiled. We line the Starbucks window worktable, watching the rain or watching the sun, imagining we’re not the only ones who like to watch the change. Baristas are impatient behind us...
Read MoreI sat on a broken acorn under a quad tree Tuesday afternoon, early afternoon, between classes, moments apparent by the bustle of students settled in. I think we have routines by now. I think some of the ooh la la has worn off...
Read MoreSitting in Atlanta summer rain, I thought wet might end when school started, like a magical mop, soaking up the moisture that has kept our cotton heavy. Hoping that fall would come and leaves would turn and we would go to the...
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