The Day the Egg Cracked

Remember joy...

I wandered out to feed the horses on what is likely the last warm-ish morning this year thinking about the moments of great joy I’ve experienced since giving birth, almost eighteen years ago. At 6 a.m. the half moon was sharp and bright, the sky was speckled with stars and a distinct halo encased the moon, as if the Milky Way had conspired for emphasis.…