This Day. My mother recounting a single story to me over and over again. She places me on a Carousel, sits me on the sleek, horse, raring...

These days. I think of dead people. A lot. Getting older, friends and family going on and leaving me behind. Here to remember, hold...

These days. It’s raining in North Carolina. A November kind of rain where the temps drop ‘bout 30 degrees overnight. Where the sky stays...