Lately, I’ve been coming undone, andnot in the quiet, soft kind of way,but in the messy, hair-thinning or thread-pulling kind of way …the kind that feels like relief until your fingerspoke all the way through the material, and you feel it all splittingapart in your bare hands. Some mornings, I wake up and feel like…

Lying in this bed that I’ve made, wrapped  in arms and paws and blankets, I’m watering my pillows  with mascara that I should have washed off before crawling  in, but I never do.  While I weep myself to sleep,  for the third or fourth time this week,  I hold my own hand and tell my…

This is Marcello,  he is mostly green,  and a little brown and yellow,  keeping him alive is tough  But I can tell, though,  He is resilient. He was a hard sell,  I didn’t want him at first, I thought if I fell  It would just be the worst,  Because everything in my garden always died….