The Little Things

He wakes me gently to let me know he's leaving for work, because he knows that I have a little panic attack when I wake up and he's not there.  He covers me up with the crocheted afghan, because he knows that I get cold even though I insist on sleeping with one foot poking…

Exchanging Kindnesses

Those who know me know that I love kindness. I like to sprinkle that shit everywhere and give it an opportunity to grow. Kindness is sort of like grass seeds thrown around the yard. Some will be eaten up. Some will be blown away and left on concrete to waste. But a lot of it…