Wind dancers

Snow clings to the boughs of the tall evergreens out back, glittering white chitons on the feather branches that droop under its wet weight. The deciduous trees, naked and twiggy, look like someone pulled a liner brush globbed with titanium white paint across the top of every branch. The flower bed sleeps under a thick … Continue reading Wind dancers

Meat Under my Nails

I’m a black and white person.  I have a hard time being one thing and another, like being stylish and being a housewife.  The two seem diametrically opposed to me.  I’m not sure why.  Two of my closest friends are stay-at-home-moms, and they both have plenty of style.  They always look polished and put together, … Continue reading Meat Under my Nails