Today

I sit at my dining room table and sip my cooling Café Vienna and put my pen down. I look up from my New York Times crossword and out my window. The two trees outside my window have grown a great deal since I moved in two years ago. They’ve gone from saplings to mighty … Continue reading Today

Counting

I don't count, yet I can count. One, I have a brain and can ask questions and solve problems. I can see your lies, and you are terrified of me. Two, my body is not like yours. I can have babies and you hate my power to harbor life. Three, I have empathy for other … Continue reading Counting