There are bruises on my thigh. They’re from an evening over a week ago, injuries I don’t remember happening. I found them on a Sunday morning and wondered how bruises from someone else’s battle could be on my skin. One looks like the continent of… Read More
It’s a Wednesday in early December, and I’ve had plans to write. I’ve had plans to sit and process this year, process myself, for months. Of course, I had plans to write it, as it happened, but then, there was life. And now, it’s in… Read More
My youngest daughter and her best friend are playing intermittently with a recorder and chattering back and forth on toy phones. They’re across the house from me, but here, we’re never far enough apart to be unheard. My sons are playing a video game with… Read More
It’s quarter to one in the morning on the second day of a new year and I’m too restless to sleep. I’ve been staring at my computer for three hours, give or take, minus a ten minute attempt to fall asleep alongside Vinnie. The program… Read More
I used to the think space between years was just a long exhale, a breath. I solitary beat in a life that will have many, many beats. Nothing distinguishable from one inhale to the next. But then, there was you. Thirteen years ago, I spent… 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
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
At least a couple times a week, I’ll walk to the grocery store. It’s not that impressive, really. It’s about four miles, round trip, (though the return trip – with heavy bags slung over my shoulders, bumping against my sides – always feels like five). I get… Read More
It’s been weeks now, maybe months. I wake up in the dark, at two or three, and I lay. I listen to creaks of the house. I stare at the ceiling, watch the slice of light from the street lamps that comes in-between the cracks… Read More
Sometime in the frozen tundra of last winter – way, way back in a Once Upon a Time land, where I waited by the window for my husband to come home from work and had anxiety over babysitting arrangements for each and every wedding or… Read More
The Frozen Moon 