I’m listening earnestly to Little Friend and Little One these days. Moment #1 “Mama, I have a new friend, but he’s invisible. His name is Margaret.” I force myself to…
Category: <span>Memories</span>
When you attend a liberal arts college, and especially when you major in English at a liberal arts college, there’s always the question that quickly follows: What will you do…
There are moments scattered throughout the days when a child pipes a question that stops breath mid-lung, that pauses the hands busy with nonessentials, that stills the soul with the…
Wide is the gulf of years between me and her. She wears my baby clothes, cherished through the years by her grandmother. Wider still the strand of DNA that bridges…
Smooky books, smooky stories, smooky movies. That’s Little Friend’s current request: things that spook (or smook), scare, and go bump in the night. This same little girl who feels it…
A three-year old, barely weighing 30 pounds soaking wet, leaves a black hole of empty in her wake. She leaves droppings that my emotions stumble over and pick up her scent…