Words tumble from my heart like dozens of Lego pieces. Some are red with anger, some orange with distrust and all too many are black with despair. As I ponder over the past year, emotions spill out with a loud cacophony, jumbled and disjointed, none of which seem to fit together. The pieces are me, and I am the pieces. …
For four-generations, women in my family have owned the same gold pocket watch. This timepiece is a tiny glimpse into our past. On one side, the latch opens to reveal the time, and on the other side, the spinning, inner movements of gears and wheels. As a surprise birthday gift, my husband recently had the watch restored by our local …
