“We are born of love; Love is our mother.” -Rumi It is a rainy day, but it is a new one. A clouded day just months ago was an invitation to stay somber. There’s been such hurt in this place; I wonder if it wasn’t cruel of me, begging for you to arrive. But here… Continue reading Here You Are
Because for a while I was with & never without her. For a good bit my mom was fully, really here.
Rambler: resists the listening with all her might & mouth. What happens when a loud mouth is forced to listen?
My last post was about breaking routines, deviating from the regular route, living wild and free (so long as you have a superbly generous babysitter). These time-as-open-as-a-field days were beautifully lazy. They mostly consisted of not doing the things I was supposed to. I enjoyed them so much I took another and another and then 30.… Continue reading Giddy up… or just anywhere, really.
I tap the fridge door closed with my right foot while completing a 92-degree turn to pour and place apple juice into a sippy cup and onto a table. My husband swivels precisely to my left, avoiding a collision, plate of mac’n’cheese balanced atop bowl of grapes. Three steps back he takes. Two-and-a-half forward for me.… Continue reading It’s ALIVE!