#Seventeen

Seventeen

Seventeen years ago today I became a mother for the first time. My little boy — who’s not so little anymore — was born the day after I locked up my classroom for Christmas Break and three days before Christmas. It was a difficult birth, and it seemed like though my heart was created to be that of a mother’s, …

C. Streetlights Butterfly Tears

Butterfly Tears

What have I lost? Too much.  What am I grieving?  Too much.  There are times I feel the overwhelming sense of loss fall through me and I can’t catch the tears in a butterfly net.  Off they flutter, landing on this memory or touching on that ache in my soul. And I stumble along clumsily with my net not even …

CStreetlights writes "When Your Seconds never Escape"

When Your Seconds Never Escape

Our lives keep score in patterned seconds in spite of our desire to avoid keeping time. The world might have silenced the deafening sound of decision-making by syncing satellites and burning Rome’s numerals in order to make it seem as if it is effortless to carefully consider choices, but there are those of us who know better. We remember somehow …