One in hand…is ENOUGH!
He's amused, this boy-man of mine, perhaps more with himself than me; he knows . He likes this power, the ingenuity to hold me hostage, to keep me waiting and wondering, the ability to make me laugh. It is his super power and he brandishes it at will...Conflict in the waiting
Our appointment is at 1:45, perfect timing to complete the oldest one's post-surgery follow-up visit, stop for a snack afterwards, then drop him off before picking up the youngest for his tennis match. The waiting room is large and full. There are...When days are numbered…
The moon is halfway through the sky and I am alone when they bring her to me and I'm glad. She is joy bundled in flannely white with end stripes in pink and blue. I smile to think she looks like an ice cream cone–swaddled tightly with the...Scars and redemption
I remember seeing her scars one time. Only once. A body disfigured by diseased malevolence, a thief whose plunder demanded dignity and femininity and time…and eventually hope and life. It's a scant memory, a fleeting, vapored ghost, which I...
Traces
It started with a blustery day. Blustery days remind me of Winnie the Pooh, childhood comfort reading as satisfying to the soul as pot pie to the lips–tubby-little cubby-all-stuffed-with-fluff and all. Cross-legged on the floor with the book in my...Welcome!
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