May 20, 2014
by Tricia

In parallel

We only had twenty minutes. So we sat in the grass. Just sat in the grass. Us, surrounded by little blades of green poking and tickling and swaying lightly in the breeze. No bubbles or chalk or trucks or blocks. more »

April 29, 2014
by Tricia

A little love bubble

Marriage is a fragile thing. I don’t like to think of it that way, either. I don’t. I prefer to think of love as all-powerful. The strongest of strong binding agents. Infinite in its beauty and magic. Capable of carrying more »