Tag: motherhood

Dried Flowers, lavender, buttercup, violet, brown velvet, and orange. They are flowers Fiona and I collected from the flowering plants of winter. She reminded me this morning they were hers too. “Don’t touch anything in my closet” I said to Fiona. “Don’t touch my dried flowers” I said. “They’re ours mommy” Fiona said. She was […]

Space: Claim, let go Closet space. A must. Dried flowers. Desk space. Private. Dank. Dresses and books. Debt. Notes and piles. A box of Miscellaneous: A hammer, clamp, spray tip for the outdoor faucet, a garden shovel, an innertube, a piece of a toilet paper bar, a screw driver, an incense burner, an exact knife, […]