Archives for February 2014

My corner of the attic (my writing story)

  It’s my little corner of the attic. Pillows and candles. Journals and index cards. It is thirteen years ago and I sit curled up in a ball. Processing again the news that there is no heartbeat. Five months of nurturing, dreaming. The room downstairs painted. Waiting. Anticipating. But no life will fill it. I […]