Jennifer Jones

A Little Bird Told Me

For exactly half of my life, I lived in a neat little golden cage. Everyone who peeked inside saw a cheery little bird, if perhaps a bit flighty. But if anyone had looked more closely, they would have realized how ugly it really was inside. It took a divorce, loss of a job, selling a home and a global pandemic to send all that gilt tumbling. While the crash was over, and the wreckage assessed, I discovered the door to my cage was terrifyingly open. Over the next few months, I timidly peeked out and discovered that the world was more beautiful than I’d remembered.