“I can no longer stay quiet in this world, I have a voice and I feel it reverberate off my internal
walls, making its slow climb upward until its melody can be heard all around.”-Elin Stebbins Waldal
Essays
Backseat Memories
One of my earliest childhood memories finds me nestled in the back of a wood-paneled station wagon with my brothers and sister, crocheted afghans pulled to our necks, eyes … [Read More...]
Make a Splash
The alarm sounds, the mind wakes up, and unless we are on vacation, our to-do list unfurls itself in our head. We roll out of bed and think, what do I have to do today? The … [Read More...]
Empty Bowls
Too old to climb stairs, mornings begin with a welcome sigh of relief from our dog, Chinook; she sleeps at the base of them on her bed, and although I pretend her eager tail … [Read More...]
