I’ve been stopped a lot in the past couple of years. Stopped, as in, pulled over for a reason other than an expired inspection ticket. And a lot, meaning, three times. I’m thirty-four, and this is the most I have ever seen flashing lights in… Read More
My grandfather passed this morning. He was my mother’s father and when she called, she was careful to make sure that I wasn’t working or with a client, so as to not have me get upset while out in public, on the job. She told… Read More
Eleven isn’t really anything. It’s the breath after ten, the stumbling block between kid and tween. It’s odd, not even, and so by it’s very nature I dislike it. I like even, I like pairs that divide easily by two, I even just like the… Read More
While wiping down the sink and cleaning the kid’s breakfast this morning, my heart was sinking. It’s hot, a heavy heat, in my kitchen, in my heart. It’s the weight of prayers, pressing one on top of another, squeezing for every spare inch. And so,… Read More
Alex took a spill last week and has been carefully inspecting his scrapes, turned scabs, for the past several days. Yesterday, he pointed out that the scab itself is peeling back, but that the skin beneath is still bumpy. I showed him my own elbow,… Read More
Change. I always thought that I loved it. A fresh coat of a paint. A hair cut. New home. New job. New clothes. New experiences. New. New. New. New on every superficial plane is acceptable, exciting even. New and on my terms, within my will,… Read More
Best friends are the ones you play with the most, I overhear Lila explaining to Asher over bowls of Cheerios this morning. I love kindergarten simplicity. I love that sharing a snack or playing beside someone in the toy kitchen at school somehow transforms your… Read More
I went to my uncle’s funeral last night. Unlike the last two funerals I have been to, for the same family, in the past year and a half, last night felt like closure and peace. My uncle was ready. It’s not that he wasn’t a… Read More
It starts with a seed. On the final stretch home after an early evening of running errands, Alex (who is normally quiet and distracted by books or action figures while we drive) tells me about the life cycle of pumpkins. From seeds to Jack-o-Lanterns? I… Read More
It’s twenty degrees and the girl next door is sitting in a sweatshirt on her back deck. She is smoking and watching her dog jog back and forth on his runner. I am pouring coffee and notice for the first time that she is pregnant.… Read More
The Frozen Moon 