I am afraid of heights. My loathing of anything taller than my 7th grader is so profound, that even the low definition image of another human perched on the edge of almost anything will send me scrambling for a steady object on which to cling. I am afraid of heights, so it made perfect sense to […]
I am a summer girl. Born on a sultry July evening in Baton Rouge, Louisiana it is almost as if I was created to breathe the moist, languid, soupy air of the Mississippi river. I am comfortable wrapped in the sweet Honeysuckle laden heat of summertide, where the air is thick with swamp flowers, magnolia […]
he clock adjacent to my bed read 3:32 am. Lured from slumber by the haunting, mournful song of a nightingale settled into his favorite nesting spot just outside my bedroom window, I lay cocooned in a sea of down repeatedly reviewing the next day’s to-do list in my mind. Distracted and restless, my eye was […]
As I rounded the corner my ears stilled to the faint sound of a child’s voice from within the small bathroom to the left of the stairwell. It was muffled by the steady rush of water, the indication of a shower in progress, but it was audible nonetheless. I stopped hesitantly and tightened my grip […]
But beautiful melancholy invites nuance and complexity. It allows me to take the vastly polar ends of the emotional spectrum in stride, recognizing the transience of both. There is something about Louisiana in the odd uneven throes of August. Despite the muggy heat, the Mississippi Delta air is surprisingly pleasant, soft like silk on skin, […]
Today I wore a pair of threadbare yoga pants and an unembellished oversized sweatshirt. I have yet to shower, and the pallor of my face is make-up free. In the blush of early morning, I grabbed a worn-out blanket to cover myself, though the air outside is moderate and welcoming. Life can be so slippery. […]
“Be gentle little thunderstorm; the world is just not ready” ~ A.J Lawless On summer days beside the sea, there is a gentle rhythm to life. The tempo is lazy, and the timbre is mellow and mild. But as the oppressive heat of mid-day reaches its peak, the horizon begins to blush a bluish-black. A […]
I am not fond of the game of Hide and Seek. As a child, I would participate, but with unspoken hesitancy, for my inclination was counterproductive to the goal of the game. My desire as a child was to disappear. At five years old I can remember hours spent contemplating the transience of life and […]
There is a house that I love. It is not mine and its inhabitants are unfamiliar to me, but it is an alluring structure. Magnolia trees line the gentle curve of the drive as if to beckon visitors to lean in, and the neatly trimmed lawn and carefully curated rose bushes that pepper the exterior […]
Keith loved the weather. He could innately discern the distant mutter of an approaching storm and his senses were inexplicably keen to the faint suggestion of rain in a misfit breeze. He would often, with the expectancy of a child on Christmas morning, stand outside, his face gently turned upward, watching the icy grey sky. […]