I crave biscuits and gravy so much in my third trimester that I wonder if this baby girl will roll from me, a buttery, layered biscuit of her own accord with thigh rolls, chubby cheeks, and a Southern drawl cry-squawk.Read More
"Give me a kiss", he said.Read More
I stood staring at the Mother’s Day cards in Target, longing to buy one. However, my mother…my beautiful, bi-polar mother has been gone…gone for several years now.Read More
No matter how sweet
they can be or might have been.
This you have learned
as you squirm under the burden of memories
of your mother rapping your head with a comb
or pinching you in church to quiet
“like a worm in hot ashes.”
I began my adult life making all the predictable choices of my age. Dating, education, marriage, and making a home. I did everything expected of me as a woman except for one thing; I didn’t have children.Read More
Dear little Brenda in the red plaid dress, little white socks and shoes, on the lawn. Bob gives a toy to you, toys with you, plays. Bobby, you will one day call Bob. Bobby will be your friend, you will hold him in your heart.
Little Brenda in the red plaid dress.
When a love you've cherished for
A life time is suddenly no more,
How do you let go?
My life doesn’t look anything like I expected it to look. Which is and isn’t terrible. My life is beautiful, in fact. Still, I suppose I didn’t know it was possible to feel orphaned by an idea. But it happened.Read More
You are calm and quiet when you speak
and I feel like something small
cupped in your hands.
I watch your lips move and
wish that your mouth was closer.
The call came while I was eating lunch.
"We are sorry but your father is gone.", said the women on the other end of the line. "What do you mean gone?" , I asked. " "I hate these calls.", she said. "Your father has just died. You may want to come see him to say goodbye."