I felt at home in every inch of a twenty-foot eucalyptus bending over the gully bottom behind our house. Too high to jump, I hugged that tree like family, scooting along limbs, petrified of making one deadly mistake that might break my neck. I crawl-walked monkey style, maneuvering my arms and legs around the gnarled cross branch up to my safest nest, carrying my dolls in my teeth, like a wild orphan, looking down at my friend like a giant. Continue reading “comforting branches” »