The caress of divine details
Since I was diagnosed with depression decades ago (age 15), I have had some time to discover a few things that do help me. Some of those things are the … Read More
Tag: walking
Old Dogs Barking
I remember you, you Lost soles, you distant loversForgotten from those daysSo long now in those Foreign lands. Everything we Predicted happened– weLost touch. We forgot what itFelt to be … Read More
On Not Walking
Walking is joy. I love walking like I love Ira Glass and peanut butter cups. I am surprised that since I moved back to America from London, that I have … Read More