Happiness. It's relative.
It was my first time. I’d never had anyone fuss with my face, shape my eyebrows, those were things other women did, not me. I lay back on the table and she put a pillow under my knees. As she studied my face, she… Continue Reading “My Face, My Beautiful Face”
It was my first time. I’d never had anyone fuss with my face, shape my eyebrows, those were things other women did, not me. I lay back on the table and she put a pillow under my knees. As she studied my face, she… Continue Reading “My Face, My Beautiful Face”
We had spent the night sitting on the linoleum floor in the hallway just outside the ICU. They didn’t allow either of us in but every half hour or so would come out to report to us. My friend, he was my friend but… Continue Reading “Exploded Moment 1”
My mother scolded me on the phone one night for leaving my eight-year old daughter alone while I went to the store and I didn’t talk to her for months. I felt the scorch of her judgment in every part of my body. It… Continue Reading “Wilted”
It’s not that Cheryl Strayed hiked 1,100 miles, a trip chronicled in her book, Wild: Lost and Found on the Pacific Crest Trail. It’s that she did it alone. She chose to be alone. No cell phone. No hiking partner. No thin string connecting… Continue Reading “Do I Want to Be Cheryl Strayed or Her Mother?”
Not all of my babies came from planes. Like this one, for instance. She was homegrown. She was born in deep, deep, incredibly cold winter, late in the afternoon, after a long day of fits and starts, and frantic remembering of what the natural… Continue Reading “True”
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