by Kathi Crawford It thrills me to take in Goldie’s bloomseach morning. Her flowersthe color of champagne—she shinesfrom the sun’s rays passing throughmy office window. Goldie was bornin the desert, so, she is packedwith cactus soil. I admireher ability to survive in dryness.In contrast, my body has not takento this age of fluiddraining from my… Continue reading