Come, set down your current occupation: Pull on your warmest socks and stuff on your close-toed shoes. Grab your wallet … More
Author: Claire
Oranges
I couldn’t find the bag of apples that I usually buy to throw in my lunch bags for the week (an … More
The Day of the Sour Cherry and Rosemary Focaccia
You are what you eat. And, I’d like to add, you write what you read. As the sayings go, I’ve … More
Adulthood
I know that I am not unique. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this habit of closing my … More
Blue
I often feel like if I ever need to explain life to someone, perhaps if I’m ever to encounter a dead person with amnesia, I will tell them that it is like constantly sprinting head first at a thick brick wall.
winter begin(s)now
one hundred miles beneath my feet, the world will begin pressing carbon and in one million millennia it will be diamonds, but here above ground, the sky presses gray air and in an instant it is brilliant crystal
The Moments Between
In one hundred years, when your house full of worthless plastic crap isn’t worth anything, your grandchildren will be given the rights to your social media accounts, in which they will hold not only your image, but your contents in their hands.
Perpetual
It’s too early to say it, but I’m taking the leap anyway. I’ve been through a blogging breakdown. As I … More
Neighbor
The news anchors were all still smiling and chatting about the right attire for your neighborhood rib fest and ten … More
Independence Day
A year passed in the space between the fireworks. Two little college girls all dressed in white sat on a … More
The Perpetual Day 