A couple of days ago, someone - a boy, a man, a monster - walked into an elementary school and shot 19 children dead, along with two teachers who tried to protect them. They were in the fourth grade, younger than my youngest child. It's a magic age, in between little and big. Old enough... Continue Reading →
There was a time in my life when virtually all I did was think about diapers. Diapers, and did we have enough of them? And the one currently on, did it need changing? And if it did need changing, was my husband just pretending not to notice? And was there something about them that was... Continue Reading →
There is a feeling that bounces around in the pit of my stomach that I can only describe as longing. It stirs up now and then, and when it does I feel restless, unsettled. I feel like something doesn't quite fit - my clothes, my skin, my life. It happens less these days than it... Continue Reading →
I've gotten better at noticing things. The taste of coffee in the morning. The warmth of the mug against my palm. The smell of it, still steaming: sweet, earthy. When I go out for a walk, which isn't as often as I should, there is a particular way that sunlight filters through the trees that... Continue Reading →
My daughter recently had to write an essay on her biggest fears. She chose Styrofoam and assassins, in that order. The latter because we had just watched a James Bond movie, the first because just the thought of it sends shivers down her spine. Stop for a second and think of the sound, of the... Continue Reading →
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