plunge

The fisherman proposed five days after my first post. That was the day I, the sailor, chose to live my life on the land. For love. And what else? Before I knew it, I became a fisher-wife, who inherited two fisher-sons, who were not her own....

pockets full of stones

My mother keeps her pockets full of stones. She collects them, like other people collect shells.  They are small and round and curious in their own way. She selects them for their distinction, but also for their proximity to things. “The stones are...