In the Garden

    The tomatoes have been neglected. At some point, they stopped producing for a while, and so Mister and I just sort of forgot about them. No watering. No tending. No anything. I stopped spraying for pests (an organic…

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Joy

    I forget. Often. Not where I left my keys or the phone. Not my name or where I live. I forget joy.   It’s an ugly habit, forgetting joy. I am blessed beyond words and yet I often…

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