When I was nine with freckles and braids, I remember staring through the slats of my bunkbed railing watching my Mama rock my sister to sleep. It was long past midnight, and she rocked and sang so softly with an exhaustion I recognize now because I’ve been there-done that a thousand times myself. As the infant […]
There Is Grace
He wanted an ice cream cake for his birthday: white cake, with the ice cream strawberry. I whipped eggs for 30 minutes in an attempt to get those peaks, but only managed a firm sort of foam. He snuggled close. All seven years of boy pressed into my arm as I folded the batter between […]