My kids are 5 (just turned) and almost 3, and for the past year, I’ve finally started to feel like myself again–I’ve got my…
Stroke her hair, and rock.
Open the curtain—show her the flashing,
the bright erasures of light, the careening trees,
that suffocation, apocalypse, another plummet
down the stairs into…
It’s been a year and a half since I wrote about reading, and how my daughter wasn’t. Long after kindergarten and into first grade,…
I’m reading a book series where the characters sometimes swoon, generally from the loss of blood due to an eighteenth-century battle injury via musket…
My girl says I look daily as I lean over the stove
to heat up a pot of black beans. I don’t have to ask.
She told me…