I thought about you on my morning run: You, in your twenties and full of life and zeal and expectation — who still goes home to yourself, at night, or rolls over, awake, next to your husband (who’s already conked) with a sprinkling of thoughts that plague...
I discovered a new mark on the wall, minutes after remembering that the cabinet door was severed from its hinges by the weight of a child who had used it as a stepping stool. Another thing I had not yet added to my honey-do list. My mind dove from a visionary focus to...
As life wove itself around the undergirding story of my barrenness, I couldn’t always tell what might send me right back to the dull ache or sharp pain of my lack, though baby showers seemed consistently to take me to that place. Why do I do this to myself? I wondered...
She wore fur-lined boots with her t-shirt and shorts on this 100-degree summer day. She filed in alongside her schoolmates — who were also house-and-home mates — under the florescent lights of this pseudo-gymnasium room with cement walls, where we met....
We’re the kind of late that makes you wonder if you should even go at all. I have a child whose heart is bleeding in the back seat and another whose diaper I forgot to change before we left. I drive over the spout of the garden hose on the way out and wonder if...
I fell in love when I was fifteen. Summer days became nights became days — when the Ohio sun set late and I didn’t use an alarm clock. We piled into friends’ jeep wranglers and drove around as if this Sophomore summer meant we had unhinged...
