Falling
Falling By Danielle Orr Make coffee, eat coffee cake. “Open up a pomegranate,” I say to myself. Allow the bursts of blood-red juice and tartness splash my mind,... Read more.
Family Dirt
Family Dirt By Danielle Orr I am the ground and I am also groundless. I am both and neither. I was 29 years old when I learned of my own adoption. On that fateful... Read more.
Truth in Lyrics
TRUTH IN LYRICS BY Danielle Orr Recording songs onto cassette tape off the radio was a favorite hobby of mine during my adolescence. Poised and focused, ready... Read more.
The Smell of Bonding
THE SMELL OF BONDING BY DANIELLE ORR LISTEN TO THE AUTHOR READING: As I tossed the quartered oranges, butter, and freshly squeezed orange juice into the Cuisinart... Read more.
I Welcome the Fall
I WELCOME THE FALL BY DANIELLE ORR LISTEN TO THE AUTHOR READING: The doves and hummingbirds sang their songs to me all summer long, sharing their secrets and knowledge,... Read more.
Time Travel
TIME TRAVEL BY DANIELLE ORR I have brought something through time for you. No one will find it until you need it and are big enough to understand the importance... Read more.
Broken Hearts
BROKEN HEARTS BY DANIELLE ORR After several years of estrangement, my adoptive sister, who is now but a whisper of her pre-cancerous-self, decided to contact me.... Read more.
Open Heart Terrified Spirit Searching Aimlessly
Open Heart Terrified Spirit Searching Aimlessly BY DANIELLE ORR Open is a feeling within my soul. Closed was how they wanted me to live. I learned both languages... Read more.
Reunion Journey
Reunion Journey BY DANIELLE ORR I heard it before I saw it, flying just alongside the ferry to Victoria, British Columbia: one lone, Canadian goose heading back... Read more.