Empty. But not like never having been filled. Emptiness with a sense of having been robbed of once valued riches. Which is a greater loss

Boney adolescent knees propped up against the vanity, Finger-painting lines of shadow, - Forest greens, flamingo pinks, Pucker practice,...

Cluttered classics, boxed and bagged in hundreds of multi-colored crates, a dull, sticky, chipping, hard plastic compels you to glide...

My five year old biracial child, Curly hair and down-turned smile, tells me she likes every color, except for brown. Love and an open mind