During A Violent Storm, A Woman Sheltered Four Wolves — By Morning, Her Home Was Unrecognizable

old photographs, jars of preserves so old the labels had gone illegible. I found a box of my own childhood drawings and sat on the floor looking through them for an hour, surprised by the ones that were good and surprised by the ones that were not, trying to remember what I had been thinking when I made each one. I found my mother’s reading glasses continue reading …