One morning—
bubble, bubblebubble—
tap, tap
Eggs were boiling on the stove,for my husband’s breakfast.
As the water heated,I felt the warmth rising,
so I opened the veranda door.A...
One afternoon,I found myself removing the labelsfrom empty plastic bottles.
It was quiet.
But my mind wasn’t.
It had been moving all day—thinking, doing, continuing.
Too fast.
A Moment...
My car stopped on the highway.
It’s a fifteen-year-old manual car.
Traffic had slowed down and come to a stop.
When cars began moving again,I moved the...
