A Mother Spends Her Life Letting Go
Checking in—it’s what mothers do, or what I do anyway. I stand nose to chin with Miles and Gabriel, my…
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Checking in—it’s what mothers do, or what I do anyway. I stand nose to chin with Miles and Gabriel, my…
Continue ReadingI was online, searching old Amazon orders for a part we’d bought for our 1998 Buick Regal. The car was…
Continue ReadingWe’re nearing a year since her passing, but I face constant reminders of the life my mother lived. The sleep…
Continue ReadingMy son took me out for a Coke on Friday. He’s gotten his learner’s permit, so he drove and navigated…
Continue Reading“It’s sort of like having a little taste of war, here,” my son says on the way to the airport.…
Continue ReadingHere’s something I never thought I’d say when we started out together: My husband and I sleep in separate beds…
Continue ReadingI would like to feel I am mythic: a hero, with a breastplate and sword, invincible. Some days, though, I…
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