Dante, writing

Little Luna

In the quiet of early morning, the lighting soft and the world still sleeping, I stared down at a feathering of tiny baby lashes and felt my heart squeeze. I remember what it was like when my own children were this small; their tiny fingers, smooth skin and that intoxicating new baby smell. My brand… Continue reading Little Luna

Rambling

Welcome To My Life

I woke with the sudden and uncomfortable understanding that I was not alone. Blinking into the darkness, I threw a cautious arm across the bed. Nothing. From outside the bedroom, the softest crinkle of the holland blinds, made by fingers pushing them furtively aside. I peeled back the quilt and rolled out of bed, shambling… Continue reading Welcome To My Life