The weight of straw is measured in time, not density.

While our bodies heal, our minds do the work of untangling who we are.

I do not seek perfection. I seek truth, beauty and permanence.

We were fully met without being held, fully undressed without being claimed.

Traded love in prose

It is thought, not act—that is our undoing.

Some photos take your breath away. And some, will steal your heart.

Winter touches us in ways that hands never could.

'Dad's heart stopped after I said amen to a prayer'