They are dancing now. Caught in the blaze of footlights, tutus float like cotton candy foam. Underpinnings, gripped by tights and braces, start to lift. A cane, wrapped in pink ribbon, jerks and inches forward. Then a turn each...
our life a time-shaped miracle —Brenda Hillman I should have paid attention in geometry instead of staring at the yellow patch in Mrs. Reid’s snowy hair, wondering if a rodent had peed on her while she was sleeping. ~ I barely...
For as long as I can remember, I have felt that I was on the outside of everything. Perhaps it was the bullying at an early age; perhaps it was the absence of love in my family. But whatever the source cause, I always thought I...
“Photography helps me look at the world in a more creative way.
It expresses me in ways I cannot write down for people”
-Tyre Nichols
