One Small Thing

It comforted me.  The music.  Not like the kind of comfort you feel when you are hurting or sad.  Nor the kind of comfort you need when you are lonely or afraid.  I’m talking about the kind of comfort that feels safe like a soft blanket.  I was five years old and this...

Tear Water Tea

It is raining yet again and I think of my Mom.  Mom loved the rain and as a little girl I remember her opening the windows rather than closing them during a storm.  I think that I am falling in love with rainy days.  Waking up early to the sound of a storm, the splats...

Inside

Weasley’s tent is exactly what I want to be.  Fading and unimpressive on the outside – with a rich interior that surprises.  Don’t you want that too? Oh of course we don’t like the tents fading – we keep on polishing and preserving as...

The Housecoat

The housecoat has gotten a bad wrap.  I am as guilty as the next – making fun of the flowery and ever so billowy thin fabric, with no conceivable waste-line to boot.  But I have had an epiphany and I am asking for a housecoat for Christmas. It all started with...