When Daniella Keenan was a little girl, she would help her mother bake cakes. She would measure the flour, butter the pan, and blend the ingredients, as perfectly as her little hands could manage. Her favorite part was glaring into the oven, watching the cakes rise....
I saw a dead bird. Yes, I saw a dead bird on Valentine’s Day. It was frozen on the ground; laying still, peaceful. My heart broke for it. I’ve been trying to find my wings lately. And since I take everything to be a sign, I took this dead bird as a very...
