Paper Boat

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On this day, one year ago, I fashioned this paper boat and set it in the flow of the Mississippi River. My husband was quite ill, and we weren’t sure where the illness would go. With great difficulty I decided to let my latest project, Goosefoot, go, since I felt compelled to turn all my energy towards his health. Goosefoot felt like a guilty-pleasure, like something I needed to trade in.
And now. One year beyond the paper boat, beyond the trauma of that moment in time, my husband is thriving. The boat, I should mention (and please laugh), failed to do the romantic and drift off that morning. It stuck itself into grasses at the river’s edge, capsized and sank before my eyes. Life is strange. And quite beautiful and disheveled and always surprising.