Where do scents take you?

It’s there. In the spaces between the raindrops, in the inky depths of the shadows outside our windows at night.

Isn’t it funny how seemingly random things become connected in our minds?

Like a clock, petals tell the passing of time.

I used to not like my hands, blocky and sturdy with thick knuckles, not dainty and delicate in the least. I always thought mine were better suited for a plow than a piano.

We’re only here for a little while, but some part of us remains forever.

Every story is important. Especially the forgotten ones.

August always meant vacation week for my family. We would load up the camper and a tent and make the two-hour drive to the lake, our fingers crossed the whole way that our very favorite campsite wasn’t taken.