This is one of those days where the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the curtains are billowing, the trees are flowering, the barren is blooming, the boys are building, the girls are spinning, the dog is napping and my husband is making pancakes (for lunch). This is one of those days where my […]
In Which It All Gleams A Little Brighter
I realized earlier this week that my current angst over our military life feels eerily similar to an angst I once felt about motherhood. A disquiet, a grappling with the bull by the horns. Or a wrestle with an angel, if you will. There was a point, two years and two children into the mothering […]
Of Mercy New
“I come home and all I’ve done is peck the man on his lips as we pass in the driveway, and this after four days and nights of him away. I come home and I’m full of words and tears and need for HIM, but he’s tired and he falls asleep. We lay there, and […]
I See You
You smell like apple pie this morning, a little nutmeg, a sprinkling of sugar. I fold a palm to your chin and wipe at your tears, and my kiss lingers on your freckle-dusted skin. Were you the baby I suckled all those long years ago? Were yours the feet I pressed to my face, was […]
Life Is Not Mine Alone
He wants to know if I have a Scrabble turn. I do, but Facebook is a whole click away, and I’m busy now. Well, can we look at maps? We can’t. He burrows down next to me and tosses a balloon in the air. I’m two weeks postpartum and I just want to be alone. […]
Sometimes, Child, It Takes Fire
I’m ready to write about you now. You, who have moved out of me, and away. We burned the cord–the man who helped make you, and the woman who bore you–we burned it between two flames. Sometimes, child, sometimes, it takes fire to be set free.
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