Hands.

I was riding in an Uber in New Mexico and was struck by my drivers hands. She was about my age, straddling that line between her 40s and 50's. That age where your clothes or hair might not give away your age, but your face and hands sure do. She was listening to the local … Continue reading Hands.

The carpet is blue.

This is my sisters room. The carpet is blue. I picked the room closest to the stairs, with access to the attic. But I'm jealous of her two closets and copious sunshine. I don't want to want my room and her room too. But I do. I scale the back of the house. I find … Continue reading The carpet is blue.