Home Sweet Home
On the bright side, I’ve developed a new love for my home. My historic apartment rescued me from a bad marriage three years ago, and it’s where I discovered peace and started to rediscover myself. But it’s taken on a whole new meaning for me the last couple of months: it’s a refuge, a haven, a space for love and creativity, a space to grow and challenge myself. I clean it more, I care for it better, I cook in it every day. I am spending more of my energy in making it a place I truly love to spend time in. I’m more grateful for it now than I have ever been.
Brett B., Birmingham, AL
They Call It Puppy Love
We finally caved in to our children’s constant begging and adopted a puppy: Roxie. The kids are learning what it’s like to be a new puppy parent, and now we’re […]
Poetry in Motion
Although Magic City Poetry Festival wasn’t able to host its line-up in April, we did something else: we created a virtual book fair for our speakers and added a “Shelter […]
Time Together
My wife is a teacher. Even though she is bummed about not seeing her kids for the remainder of the school year, she has gotten to spend her time at […]
Saturday Morning Strolling
Went out for a stroll in Clayton Park on Saturday morning. Cars went by at the rate of one every five minutes. It was a field filled with clover, violet, […]
RN Comes Home to Help
My wife is a Alabama native. She’s about to finish her RN in a month. We are moving back in July because she wants her first job to be helping […]
Writing through ‘Rona
During this tenuous time of sheltering in place, I have found the freedom to tell my stories. After a serendipitous Creative Nonfiction writing class, I gained the confidence to write. […]
