granted

You'll roll your eyes at the mess of my hairbrush. I'll curse when you forget to lower the toilet seat. One night, we'll go to sleep still angry and upset. But in the morning, I'll wake up and - you'll be here, snoring softly into your pillow. And it won't be a rare treat.  It … Continue reading granted

Grandma

I spy my toes mid-stretch in downward-facing-dog.  I stick my tailbone out slightly and give in to a deeper stretch.  Usually, at this point, I'd close my eyes and exhale.  Though I can't stop the breath releasing through my lips, my eyes remain open. I look down at my toes. They are like my grandmother's … Continue reading Grandma