ArchiveJanuary 2019

The One

My baby turned seven yesterday, and seven feels extra old sounding when it’s the baby. Seven feels less chubby-cheeked, and much more knock-kneed. More grass-stained, and more wonky-toothed. Mothers know there is just something about the baby, when...

The Dope Letters – Part IV

The last time I saw my mom before she died was at a Memorial Day family reunion. She had bummed a ride by promising a friend a styrofoam plate heaped full of the fried chicken, potato salad and banana pudding that my aunts had spent two days...

Mindfully Yours

Have you ever awaken from a traumatic, scary dream to find your heart pounding fast, your breathing accelerated and your stomach in knots? Most of us have experienced this a few times in our life and upon waking, we repeatedly tell ourselves “it was...

The Things That We Didn’t Want

My girls (and I) are obsessed with my daycare baby, Greyson. Greyson is 13 months old. His blonde head, fuzzy like a kiwi. His smile feels like it can stop time. I have watched him for about 9 months. I, therefore, feel I have put in enough work now...

The Dope Letters – Part III

*Part I of The Dope Letters* *Part II of the Dope Letters* However, a few months after my mom’s funeral, my father ambushed me when I stopped by my grandmother’s house. I didn’t even know that he was out of prison. There had been a traitor. Someone...

Naked and Complicit: a Toxic Match

Naked as a jaybird, the emperor proudly paraded his “new clothes” for all the people to admire. Completely intoxicated by his own ego, he insisted everyone congratulate him on his newly acquired look and while they knew he looked completely...

Chew Your Chicken

My six year old hates eating dinner. Every night we gather around the table as a family, say grace, and then all buckle down to spend the next 45 minutes begging her to eat. It’s just what we do. It doesn’t matter what feast I have prepared. Be it...

The Dope Letters – Part II

*Part I of The Dope Letters* When I pushed the dented metal door of our HUD-funded apartment open that afternoon, I expected more of the morning’s jubilant party atmosphere, but the house was quiet and it smelled like stale beer and cigarette ash, a...

Life, as I “Imagineer” It

Locked in her room by her two evil stepsisters, Cinderella discovered something amazing. Instead of rolling up in a ball, crying and allowing her heart to fill with hatred towards her tormentors, she danced around the room with her broom and sang...

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