Our morning routine has slowly unraveled into a morning meandering. Alex wanders in and out of my room as he checks tasks from his list: Word Problems over oatmeal – done. Reading Comprehension – done. Chapter of reading book of his choice – done. Language… Read More
In the kitchen, Evaline is laying on a flattened cardboard box on the floor with a marker-doodled, naked, baby doll. She murmurs excitedly and I catch a word here or there as I stand by the sink, stirring my coffee. Look, my castle! I love my sister. Oh,… Read More
When she came to my bedside last night, in the early hours of the morning, I felt her before I could see the shadow of her carved out against the black. In the bed, she stayed closer than close, arms around my neck, forehead to my… Read More
It’s nine in the morning and I walked out with my camera to see the aftermath. Because I’m nosy. Because it was the house just on the other side of my neighbor. Because I was awoken by a barking dog and a curious husband and… Read More
In a homeless service center ten miles from where I sit there are people far more relieved than me that the terrible blast of a Nor’Easter has passed us by. There are people there, waiting in line for their turn in the shower, holding their belongings… Read More
Evaline turns three today, and I haven’t made a single plan for her day. She did not wake up with balloons or with a special breakfast. She did not run out to see a gift on the table, or even a card. She woke up,… Read More
I saw us today, you and I, in the brief glimmer of your face before you did your very best to slam your bedroom door. It was you, seven and indignant, brows furrowed, grunting something about me and how I never and you were shaking… Read More
I believe you make all things new. It’s spring, and though I awoke to drizzle and ice and fresh snow on my lawn, I believe still in the newness of the day, in the warmth of the sunlight, in the hope of new, green, life… Read More
We crossed paths in the clearance clothing racks of Walmart. I held a list in one hand and a pile of garments in the other. Lila was pushing the carriage back and forth, and just enough to jostle her soundly sleeping sister awake. Evie burst… Read More
It’s March and it’s inevitable. Here, in this space of the year where we are holding our breath, waiting for the sun to return, for the snow to melt, for the world to move toward warmth and light, here, the echo of the hand of… Read More
The Frozen Moon 