I can’t quantify a year. Or ten. I can’t look back and say …this moment was best. Because every second that my feet find their way to the cold hardwood floor each morning is a second I want to breathe …
Author: Chelsea Nelson
Cheers to October 1
A little over a year ago I did a thing that truly changed me. I bought a ticket to the Brave Magic writing workshop in the Redwoods of Santa Cruz where I got to learn from two of my writing …
An ode to oatmeal
The purple bowl with the dopey-eyed lama flies through the air, landing face-down on the hardwood, oatmeal exploding from all sides like an eruption of sticky silt landing heavy in a circumference of at least twelve feet from the epicenter. …
Intergalactic
The stars spin around her room, like we are underwater, in a fishbowl in a house in a life of coming and going. The rain has started and the mornings are so dark, stars bleed into the hallway, on the …
