It’s something you just gotta do, kid. One foot has to be placed in front of another, up the bus steps, and back down into that brand new school building…
Tag: <span>love</span>
“Orange is Daddy’s favorite color.” Never before has the period more fulfilled its duty in delivering a declarative sentence. In her mind, this statement is final, irrefutable truth. Daddy’s favorite…
My hair is an electrocuted halo. I screech like a teenage demon who has pounded three too many knock-you-flat cocktails of hormones-social life disaster-sibling rivalry. The instigating problem is the Little Sister. And…
The way she pads down the steps after quiet time, one halting footstep at a time, hand slithering down the banister, she is beloved. The way she tells me this…
“Mama, I think you are the best mommy in the whole world.” Oh, I just want to grab those words and carry them around in my pocket for, like, the…
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because…