“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
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
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
I dreamt of loss last night, I don’t even remember of what. I don’t even know that what was lost showed itself as anything more than a shadow. It was a faceless lingering heaviness, a hollowness, a hand that let go, an unceremonious goodbye. When… Read More
Lila lives mid-sentence. In her brain, words rise like the tide, whirling into waves, until she catches a glimpse of me, walking by to fill a glass of water and she says, “oh, and, Mama, I think…” and the words wash over me. It’ll be… Read More
It’s 9:30 on a summer morning and I have wandered in and out of my kitchen no less than four times. I’m puttering, really. Lifting cereal bowls and dumping the residual milk down the drain. Brushing Cheerios dust from the counter top. Looking out the… Read More
I used to swim across the lake on summer afternoons or humid evenings as dinner was being grilled. It’s a narrow lake, not terribly deep and the most harmful creatures in it are probably the little snapping turtles or the sharp edges of the freshwater… Read More
Like most mornings, Vinnie is up and getting dressed for the day before I’m out of bed. Today, he leans down and kisses me, then says with a childlike grin, Hey, remember when we got married? That was nice. He said it the morning after… Read More
This. Is. Happening. Yikes! That was the text I got from Vinnie as he left work, on the day that we took off for this adventure. I think we all felt that. We all were a little unsure of what exactly we were doing, how… Read More
Language is a slippery thing. Seventeen years of forgetting words and phrases, and then only a matter of days to have it come slipping back, in my sleep, in my subconscious. We’re in Romania, the country I have been gently coaxing Vinnie to come to,… Read More
