some nights i feel them. a gentle lilting of the hairs on the back of my neck where i was first bitten, decades ago, but i don’t see them. not like i used to. not since high school. not since james. the redhead with eyes like a field of wheat and pale skin that shimmered gold in sunlight. he lived with his father and younger brother in a damp second-floor apartment over someone’s garage. it was all they could afford,… Keep Reading
if you know me, you know i love flowers. i would keep a flower garden if i weren’t allergic to bees, but i am, so i don’t. the flowers in the photo were laid out for the taking (picture of) – well cultivated to line the center divider of a street near Atlanta’s symphony hall. the good thing about Sunday is there’s little traffic on this particular midtown street. i pulled into the left turning lane (opposite direction from my… Keep Reading
You are all over. A silver link bracelet on the dresser. A heaping scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream. A handwritten letter on lined white paper smelling of musk.
I love being a mom. That is not to say motherhood is all roses and candy, it is not, but I love it. I always thought I would have a gaggle of babies, imagined myself with double strollers, bouncy seats and baby babble swelling the rooms in my house. Picture one in a bassinet, one in a sling across my chest, and two toddling behind me and now you have a good snapshot of my motherhood fantasy at the age… Keep Reading
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.” — Maya Angelou “My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.” — Mark Twain “God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” — Jewish proverb “The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. “ — Honore’ de Balzac “Mothers are fonder than fathers… Keep Reading