Yesterday afternoon, Lila and a couple of neighborhood children sat in a circle on my lawn, faces downward. I walked over with Evaline on my hip to spy what had inspired these dirty kneed, bike helmet headed little girls to ditch their playing and sit… Read More
Psst. You. You there with the red equality profile picture on Facebook and your snappy status updates about gay marriage and other folks being on the wrong side of history. I love you. And, hey, you too, quietly watching the courts and wondering when the government… 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
So, the story goes, a happily single girl returned home from Romania to finish out her senior year of college and return to an unmarried (potentially) life of servanthood overseas. But then, there was this guy. Twelve years, lots of late nights in Weymouth, one wedding,… Read More
Lila twirls on the swing, Cinderella gown dragging in the dust at her heels. Her hair face is dirt smudged, her hair haphazardly pinched like falling haystacks between two plastic clips on the top of her head. Pretty is nice. Princess skirts and beautiful updos,… Read More
I’m remembering this morning, the long gray days when you were away. How I walked in the cold, sloshed through the remnants of January snow. How I served coffee, went to class, sat in silence beneath twinkling Christmas lights in a dorm room that wasn’t… Read More
The Frozen Moon 