I woke up this morning, off. My son had to wait for the dryer to finish before he could get dressed for school. The pile of clothing-to-be-folded is just too high of a mountain for him to climb at this point and I didn’t want… Read More
I’m on my knees and I am having a moment. It’s a quiet, weight of the hurt of the world easing down to my shoulders, falling to the ground, sort of moment. It’s a screaming out at the ocean and not hearing a response moment.… Read More
I’m thinking of a 1st birthday party, of Winnie-The-Pooh hats and balloons and cake. I’m thinking of my father with his hulking video camera perched on his shoulder, of the dry laugh of my aunt, the blond baby in his high chair, his cheeks smeared… Read More
