I still look up sometimes when I cross the front of the house, expecting to see her.

“As she looked me up and down, I felt like a daughter returning from summer camp…”

“Over time, we would learn each other and I would learn to love her like a mothe…”

“Perhaps the unattached, the unwanted, the unloved, could grow to give love as l…”

“For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceans burne…”