Privacy and loneliness were the traditional luxuries accorded to a skipper.
Clear and Present DangerWhether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of LifeLove shouldn’t require Windex to be clear. It either is or it isn’t.
The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of SassBut frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.
RedemptionI was not 15 anymore, and choices no longer had that same clear, bright edge to them.
Year of Wonders