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
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Joy
My twenty-two month old is in my bedroom, standing barefoot in a mess of her own making, squealing in gibberish. With her just-woke-up-from-a-nap hair and the smudges of cereal bar on her cheeks, she looks like a homeless, uncared for, disaster. Oh, but, her smile.… Read More
Words with My Daughter
I’m remembering back to the terrible twos (when I wrote this) and then to the time when everyone told me, Oh, three is WAY worse than two. Then it was, Oh, no, no. It’s FOUR that will get you. Followed by, Five is where the growing… Read More
Just a Blog Post
Just. It’s a word that has its place. For example: I just had a salad for dinner, so I’m still hungry. It suggests only, or small, or weak. It suggests lacking. And so I’m finding myself a little confused as to why it has been… Read More
Body
It has been coming at me from all angles. This concept of bodies, how we are souls poured into vessels. How we are mysteries wrapped in flesh. How we are rulers of our weight, our muscle tone, our ability to clock a ten minute mile.… Read More
Beautiful
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
Mosaic
I remember wooden church pews, wrapping my arm around my mother’s arm and watching her hands as they rested on her lap or turned through the delicate pages of her Bible. I remember holding mine up beside hers and studying the two: large and small,… Read More
Not So Much Cosmic Whimsy
It’s a smooth rectangle box with flowers on top. It plays Edelweiss when it is wound-up and it has a miniature skeleton key that fits in a small lock. I don’t wear much for jewelry, but it holds the few things I have. My high… Read More
Sad
I awoke to Alex at my bedside, rubbing his eyes. As I squinted through slumber, I saw his fidgeting shadow, his hands rubbing his eyes. My body wants to cry and I don’t know why. Oh, honey, come on up. I slid back and made… Read More
Berry Patch Lane
It’s a road on my GPS, a small curving line on a map, surrounded by greens and yellows. But to me, the words reads like an escape: Berry Patch Lane, a wondrous place that smells like sweet strawberries and where time slows down like an… Read More
The Frozen Moon 