“I’m done resting Ethan, how ‘bout you?” I whisper.
We both feel soft after practicing yoga and our hour-long, turning-within meditation technique. We’re still resting on the large mat that covers half the floor of our studio apartment. Two years ago while learning this technique, we met and three months later we moved-in, meditating together ever since. Continue reading The Caregiver
n our town, legend has it, we are sometimes visited by goblins and fairies not always friendly and tame.
“Ethan, it’s Delilah.”
“Hi Delilah. I’m almost there. Are you?” I ask as I walk briskly through the cold winter night. Continue reading Not What It Seems
Alexandra is my daughter but I’ll let her speak for herself even if I can’t stand it. Continue reading About Alexandra- Part 2
