My life is in piles – Piles of dishes Piles of books on the floor Piles of dirty laundry Piles of rocks on my entryway table for some reason Piles of papers and bills and artwork I can’t seem to… Continue reading

I worry about what’s waiting for me on the other side of your childhood. I’m afraid to lose the bits of you that I see right now – The squishy bits. The silly bits. The parts of you that are… Continue reading

This morning I ate The crust of one daughter’s cinnamon sugar toast. The last bits of oatmeal from another one’s bowl. An over-easy egg that my youngest cried for and then screamed “yucky!” when I placed it on her plate.… Continue reading