Writing... Sometimes the story just spins out like you have nothing at all to do with making it up. Today was like that, silk and quicksand. Bliss.


Porcelain dish belonged to Molly Hamilton, my
great aunt. Button jar... I can trace most of them
to clothing I wore on landmark days,some are
from thriftstores, some found in old houses,
and other places. It's odd what we love, what we keep.