I sit here in my 150 year old house in a small town on, quite literally, Main Street. The air outside is cool and humid. I know because I just opened the door to check. A car drives by in the deserted darkness and I wonder where it’s going and I wonder if they wonder why …
On Mother’s Day, I was standing in front of the mirror, watching myself as I put in my earrings. My 13 year old called out from the other room “Oh mom, I wrote on your wall this morning! Don’t forget to read it”. It struck me what a different world she and I grew up …
On the occasion of his 24th birthday…..I sat down to write my son a note in his card: “Caleb, 40.00 seems a pitiful pittance for what you are to me. It’s a violent business, motherhood. Physically, a human being lunges out of your body and tears at your flesh and there’s blood and gore and …