Attic Fragments

Most writers have minds like old attics, in which a lifetime of odds and ends are stored – Robert DeMaria


Stephanie

  • My First Garden

    “When you see a bit of earth you want, take it, child, and make it come alive.” – Francs Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden  Today I planted the beginnings of my garden. This will be my first proper garden, in my first proper yard. I bought this house last summer and have been eagerly awaiting… Continue reading

  • A View From My Window

    I read recently that we have the tendency to look, but the quality of our attention is minimal. It brought my mind back to earlier this week, sitting at this same desk staring at the woods outside my window. How often do I sit here and look with attention? Do I notice the seasons, the… Continue reading

  • To Travel Up River – A Short Story

    Nita swayed lightly with the gentle rocking of Mahkah’s slow gait. The giant tortoise was in no hurry as he waded along the shallow edge of the river bank, eyes half lidded, lazily watching insects swarm the damp grasses along the edge. She didn’t prod him to go faster, knowing that a change in pace… Continue reading