Her Story

She rises up out of the depths, this mysteriously strange human with a beautiful name—Temma Day—coming from heroines and ancestors. With a shock of sand-colored hair, and eyes that change color with the day, she sees nothing and everything at the same time. Emerging into a vast valley, bending with the earth and the grass, […]

A Laugh

Temma was laughing last night. I awoke to her laugh–a sharp intake of air accompanied by a little shriek–a giggle that doesn’t last long, but when it does happen is usually followed by another and maybe another. Who knows what brings on these laughs? When I heard Temma in the night, I recalled our Pentecost […]