I was surprised and not surprised when my thumb started hurting. After all, arthritis, not the Force, runs strong in my family. As they aged, both my grandmother and my mother, once avid seamstresses, watched their joints gnarl like old tree roots; the pain put a stop to cutting, pinning, and basting. At first my […]
As the Anniversary of My Mom’s Death Approaches
by on March 28, 2019 Leave a Comment
The body remembers. It keeps tabs and intuits cycles. The doing the feeling the becoming all tangled together. Not unlike last year’s morning glory vines braided together, now brown from frost after frost after frost. Whose roots are plump with green, waiting while the light stretches long About a month before The date something shifts […]
Welcome To The Brave, New, World
by on March 27, 2019 Leave a Comment
Dear Leah, In two months, everything will change. You will pack your bags, move across the country and into a small apartment to live with your partner (who you will then call husband) and his two cats. You will look for a new job. You will hunt for a grocery store that you like, and […]
When Those People Become My People
by on March 20, 2019 1 Comment
A quick Google search defines the word they as a pronoun “referring to two more people previously mentioned or easily defined.” It’s my experience that no one group of people is easily defined but, oh, we still like to try. We tuck people away into groups of them and those people, defining those groups as […]
The Power of Our Words
by on March 19, 2019 Leave a Comment
“I don’t believe you’ll find that book at all interesting, since you’re not a mother yourself.” I remember it so clearly. I was speechless. We sat, side by side, in the front of her car. She was dropping me off after lunch together on a hot, late summer day. I had told her about a […]
