We saw or felt or heard or smelled or sensed something we’d never seen or felt or heard or smelled or sensed before. Due to our inexperience with this kind of experience, we had no vocabulary for it, though we tried. “Soft,” my sister said. “Powerful,” I suggested. “Perfume-y,” my sister attempte...
She assumed the accumulated files had reached the doorway by now, blocking passage inward.But the door opened easily. She was not greeted by the mountain of files that had ruled her imagination. Instead, four tame stacks awaited her on the desk. The calendar was still tacked to the wall as she ha...
The magic of pulling on our amazing camouflage clothes before dawn. The magic of Roo having an extra-large batch of yellow toe-flowers this morning—oodles of toe-flowers, such an incredible crop that even I had to compliment her on it. The magic of believing that today the toe-flowers are a good ...