Breathing Space: March 2009
Plymouth, Michigan
I've always loved autumn. In fall 2008, I was with my mom as she drew her last breath, and I was afraid her passing might take the color from the season. But the opposite happened. When I saw the trees kissed by the golden autumn sun, their leaves were more vivid and alive to me than ever. To everything there is a season. I get it now, and it's all okay.
Published 02/01/2010