Jessica: On Being Here
On being here, on living here, on being lived by me: one for the stone, two for the wind, three for the perfect sea.
Anne: I Actually Enjoy Being Me
You can’t even imagine how dire it would be if by chance or by choice your kid ends up like me.
Barry: Reality Can Never Disappoint Me
I touched the world lightly, to feel its heartbeat, the pulse of life beneath the things, and I know this heart beats for me, like I’m the only one it ever sees.
Jessica: I Live
I live in my heartbeat, in the taste of my coffee, in the lightheaded awe of looking up at trees, in the wind on my skin, surprisingly cool on a bright summer morning, startling goose bumps.
Eliza: A Christmas Story
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a little girl received an angel decoration.