Posts by Christy Everett
On Edge
Transitions take our feet out from under us, make our knees weak, our hearts hurt, especially ones we don’t plan. The loss of a beloved teacher, the disappearance of a pet, grandparents saying goodbye before a flight home. Our boy, Elias, comes without filters, without the ability to express his feelings in words, and grief…
Read MoreOh to Be a Girl
To be unaware of the broken glass at your feet, to leap straight through historic shards, bare, bold, free. To hail from sugar, cayenne, and so much more than nice. To envision a future beyond a shower of rice, to be shown you can be anything, to believe it, well beyond childhood dreams, to not…
Read MoreOn the Ground
If Marathon Helicopters flew over our house, as they often do, shuttling tourists around Resurrection Bay, if they passed overhead on a certain evening this week, at what seems to be our family’s witching hour, the pilot and passengers might have witnessed a mother yank the crutch right out of her boy’s hand, storm across…
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