Sitting here listening to the cooing of a solitary ground dove outside. The sun still below the horizon, mist on the grass and silence wrapped in slumber abides. I drift back, slowly through the mist, slowly floating backwards towards recessive years, years spent finding my way to this day, this time in my life. I’d awaken to the cooing, a welcoming sound of dawn. The cliché Rooster crowing would echo in the distance, but my herald was always the ground…
Angela was sweaty and breathless as she ran barefooted through the neighbor’s backyard. She had been stooping behind the fence playing with the ants as they tried to carry bits of crackers into their hole. Watching them she wondered how they got to be so strong, the thin pieces were so much bigger than them. Her 7 year old mind was always drawn to the tiny creatures that moved around beneath her feet, her tiny toes red with dirt pulled…
Sitting on the strong limb, the rough bark digging into my delicate legs that dangle and swing happily above the below. My fingers are sticky from the gum that leaks continuously from the heart of this Mango tree; I pick at the amber colored blobs and pinch my fingers together, the smell sweet and earthy. From here I see the shingled roof of the house, I see the curtains at the neighbor’s windows and hear the clatter of dishes being…
Time goes by so slowly…”. The Righteous Brothers sing those words from “Unchained Melody” (hopefully you’re old enough to remember) I love oldies. Time goes by so fast; slow days remain in the past. I think about my childhood and remember slow days sliding like molasses from hour to hour. Those days afforded me unending time to play, read, watch mama create clothes on her sewing machine, and still have time to go sit on the roof and hide from…
Strong. Smart. Independent. Beautiful with a killer smile and a quick temper. That’s auntie…that’s who I would wait all year to spend a couple weeks of my summer school breaks with when I was a child. I started spending time at her house at age 9 and continued until I was somewhere around 14 years old. She stood out as singular in her positioning; meaning she was like no other female in my family. I always loved cars, anything with…