A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.

How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.

Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to. This is something that I've struggled with my whole life long.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.