The perfect mother

The perfect mother

I’m anchored to a familiar perch, a red stool at our kitchen bar.  It’s one of my favorite writing spots, overlooking a squirrel’s playground every day and a bunny sanctuary on my luckiest days. She rounds the kitchen corner in a burst of morning...

Deep breath

Today is Friday the 13th and though I'm not the superstitious type, this day is weighty and significant and I find myself holding my breath.  It is the eve of my first born's high school graduation. Tomorrow will mark the closing of one door and the...

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