Letters to my Daughter: November

“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.” Anais Nin A week ago, it was your birthday and we sat at a cafe and ordered bowls of chicken noodle soup. You propped… Read More

All of the Above

Evaline woke me last week, by climbing up onto my bed and softly touching her fingertips to my shoulder. You never sleep this late. Sleep? Had I been sleeping? My eyes could barely open, the weight of the lids felt just as heavy as they… Read More

The Slipping Season

It’s been a very subtle thing, since around Christmas time of last year. This feeling, this slow knowing that things were starting to slip. Intangible, largely indescribable things. Inside, Outside. After my grandmother’s funeral last winter, my father pointed out that one of my eyes… Read More