{From the blog archives as my first baby, my little boss, my favorite Alexander ever, approaches his eighth birthday.} What I remember most is sleeping. A thick, warm slumber, like being cozied in a cocoon. Three in the morning, the tender touch of my husbands… Read More
She has no way of telling him she loves him anymore. She is wrung out like the clouds sagging in this morning’s sky. Nothing left but gray space. They had a good run, one might say. Thirty-seven years of kisses in varying degrees of wetness… Read More
She says it daily, sometimes hourly. She says it sometimes with whining and sometimes with earnest conviction. Regardless, she says it and I hate it. I can’t. You can, I tell her, daily, sometimes hourly. I remind her, sometimes with motherly exasperation, sometimes with earnest conviction:… Read More
It’s December and I’m looking back. It has always been a month of retrospection for me. It is the finality of closing a year, of looking back over what the months have brought. It is the Christmas season and all of the tradition and nostalgia… Read More
Oh Christmas. How have I let it come to this? I, who am fully aware of your true meaning, of the beauty and simplicity in the small things, the wonder and magic and warmth of the season. I who knows full well that I need… Read More
Our first was small, adorned with only the small red bows that the store had already tied to its tiny branches. We set on our hand-me-down coffee table and opened stockings on Christmas morning, cross-legged on the floor. Lights and ornaments came. Trees, life-sized ones,… Read More
The Frozen Moon 