the chicken or the egg…

the chicken or the egg…

I was part of a writer's workshop over the weekend which centralized around the philosophies of Virginia Woolf. One of the chosen exercises encouraged us to take a favorite short tale and retell it with more flowery, poetic, and meandering writing. A later exercise asked us to remember a time when we fell in love [...]

chasing normal…

chasing normal…

On Saturday evening we had friends over for dinner. We ate my husband's special Chorizo Tacos (this man is incredible, I'm telling you!) and played some really fun games. There was laughter intermittent with deep discussion. It was all so normal, triggering moments of memory from the Great Before, while also feeling not normal at [...]

when the rivers join…

when the rivers join…

Over the weekend, my husband and I were sitting around a fire pit with some friends. We are having unseasonably warm weather, here in Pennyslvania, and it felt good to try and capture some of the "normal" we've lost due to the pandemic. At one point my husband mentioned growing up near the river, and [...]