Chicago Botanic Garden

“The massed Michaelmas daisies and goldenrod, the dahlias and chrysanthemums, purple and scarlet and gold, seemed to burn with deeper and deeper passion as one looked at them, and the lawn after the morning’s rain wore a green so vivid that one caught one’s breath.” -Elizabeth Goudge, Green Dolphin Street

Only Mine

The last few months have been a series of battles within myself. A part of me longs to share the sweet memories that I experienced in Orvieto with you, but another part of me loathes the idea. This comes from the reality that all the pictures in my mind are just blurs of ideas for …

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Please, don’t ask me to remember the melody of her cell phone jolting her awake and secretly brushing the sleep from my eyes too. I could hear her choked, soft voice echoing through the pill bottles and travel shampoo. The only comfort that morning was grimy hotel room sheets. She came out of the bathroom, …

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