I ran away from home over a dress. On a cold day in February my mother and I sat in the parking lot of my high school. “It’s just a dress!” I screamed at her. She didn’t think it was appropriate for my boyfriend, who she hated, to buy it for me. Too intimate aContinue reading “The Shapes Of Our Wounds”
Tag Archives: Musings
A meditation on siblings
If you have a brother. If you have a sister. Don’t you feel lucky? Don’t you look at only children and think, gee, that looks lonely. I’m glad I’m not you… I have no idea what it’s like to be an only child… to have all your parents’ attention on you, all of the time.Continue reading “A meditation on siblings”
A Mother Revived
My mom wasn’t around to help when my third child (now a toddler) was born. My mom’s an old woman now. When I gave birth to my first, I was in my late 20s. My mom was there waiting for the baby to be born. I didn’t know how to run a household yet, atContinue reading “A Mother Revived”
An Imperfect Family
Day 9 I wake up early again in Idyllwild, California. I wish back home I would wake up this early … out of bed before anyone else, just me and the dogs and a quiet kitchen, time to put away a few things left out the night before, time to let the light in slowly,Continue reading “An Imperfect Family”
A Canyon More Grand
Day 8 The night air brings the tiniest shiver along with it, like the tops of tiny waves that chill your mid back as you wade into a lake in summer. The large bag of ice my daughter is carrying in a nylon bag I’ve suggested she wear over her shoulders like a back pack,Continue reading “A Canyon More Grand”
