I miss you. The way our faces stack as we lie on our sides, not yet ready to leave the warmth of each other's bodies; the scent of the oils gathered in the crease of your nose, your neck. I would like to nestle there.
To A Lover Not Yet Returned
Dear Women,
To all of you, women or girls of fire, bird or heart, Happy International Women’s Day!
A Kitchen with a View
I want our kitchen to be an open space, and our sink to have a view. I want to look out over the counter tops to see you on the floor with our children, educating them with play. You'll build towers, drive cars, cuddle our girls' dolls, sail boats in the air. You'll wrap the … Continue reading A Kitchen with a View
The Woman Who Bathes
I want to be the type of woman to take a bath at the end of every Sunday, after we've shared the last homemade nourishing meal with our offspring, the summer light fading. We'll bathe the children first and sometimes, after, you'll join me when their dream-filled breath joins the hum of the breeze flowing through … Continue reading The Woman Who Bathes
About The RAMBLE | Woman
I began The RAMBLE in January 2016, planning to grow it into my own unique little publication thing. Yet, as I’ve shared my vision and dreams with friends and family I’ve been encouraged to share some of my innermost heart pourings alongside travel-related writings. The RAMBLE is all about self-discovery through travel. It’s about what I come into contact … Continue reading About The RAMBLE | Woman
Backyard Safari: Grace Found in Coffee
When I gave my name, the wrong one was printed onto the cup. I became Grace for the day, and immediately the whole thing turned around.
With her coffee, with a book, with herself
For years on end, she walked into the store and, perusing the bed linens and decor, was drawn to the pinks, the flowers, the white ruffles. All things feminine and girly called to her, yet she refused to respond.
Flight advice from a bee
I was reminded by my buzzing buddy of the importance of “practice flights” and starting local. He didn’t give up when he didn’t make it past my palm. He kept going just a little further each time. It’s as if he was a little messenger, reminding me, “Test your gear. Test your wits. Test your abilities. Then soar.”
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