Two weeks of sharing our stories.
We sometimes think we will never forget things. The moments that seem large in our minds will always seem large and we will never let them fade in that rearview mirror of our memory. And yet they always seem to shrink. We don’t quite remember the feel of our prom…
When I was first married, my husband went through a phase of re-wooing me. He became the master of The Grand Overture. I’m not quite sure why this happened, it’s not like I needed these elaborate gifts or Big Deals. We were married, and a sure thing. He and I…
Once upon a time, when I was naive, I thought I would be bored as a stay-at-home mom. I thought working would fill my days until the day I died. I didn’t know how to relax or to be quiet. The weekends were filled with errands that couldn’t get done…
Am I grown? The hell if I know. I’ve always been old. So, so old. My heart has always been claiming social security (better now while we still have it) and my soul has been crinkled with age. So damn old. When did it happen? Was it when I graduated…
A tale revisited. I’m not one of those sketchy kind of people. You know the kind. The type of woman who cause others to shrink away from. The kind who who will force mothers to hide their children from. I am straight-laced. Law-abiding. I color in the lines and please-n-thank-you…
