Slowly and gracefully, with an ease and air of confidence, the Moon rose from behind the Bookcliffs. She held herself effortlessly, suspended somewhere between space and Earth. I, on the other hand, was in a vortex of hurry and rush and lists and obligations and expectations.
Maybe it’s school starting back up or maybe it’s final camping trips or boat outings on the lake. The moon dancing into twilight skies earlier each evening. And I didn’t know it then, despite it feeling different, but this August would be a month of goodbyes.
Blooming There’s this picture of me, taken during a book signing event this last month, and I’m completely unaware that there’s a camera being pointed at me, but I am smiling one of those smiles where your eyes look up and out into an empty space in the room. Into...