Meghan J. Ward

2 months ago | heidibarr.substack.com | Heidi Barr |Kaitlin Curtice |Meghan J. Ward

Ten years ago, I started telling my then 3 year old a story about a girl named Lisa. It started as these things do—it was bedtime, we’d finished reading our usual ration of books before it was time for lights out…but she begged for just one more story. And since I had already turned the lights off and my eyes were tired from reading, I made up a very short story about a girl called Lisa and her dog Pinocchio, her cat Horace, and her cabin on the side of a mountain.

Nov 29, 2024 | meghanjward.substack.com | Meghan J. Ward |Linda McGurk |Heidi Barr

My goals had driven me to this point where, upon achieving them, I only saw another mountain I wanted to climb. The river gurgled, shimmering at once silver and powder blue, as it curved around the rocky riverbank and tickled overgrown shrubs hanging over the water. I sat for a few minutes and just listened. A deep sigh fell out of me ‚ÄĒ a natural release in a space that felt like it had been sitting there waiting for me.