My son was in a car wreck last month. He is okay–I find myself having to rush to say that for other people’s benefit as well as my own, as if each time I say the words they stop the nightmare from returning. The nightmare where I wake up sobbing…
An insecure man stammered his way into my life last week. Like all insecure men, this one hid behind his computer screen and cell phone because he was too much of a coward to face a real person let alone anyone from my household. I use such a generalization because this…
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…
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….
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…
i see you. every movement towards sunrise, I notice. every movement towards lost, my heart skips. even now, as you walk -until- stumble (and stumble until walk again) i see you. Once,(upon a time) when you were a baby, 16-years-ago (that long ago) i promised i would not ever ,no…
