- Spooning with my Mother
Well, I finally got the courage to ask my 83-year-old Mother if she wanted to spoon with me in bed. I’d been wanting to ask her to cuddle for days, ever since my daughter and I arrived at her house earlier in the week.
My Mother’s house is small, perfect for ...
- What Belongs to Us
(From a line from a Marie Howe poem of that same name.)
Not the way I set my alarm for 5am so I could get up and make her coffee before she set off for 12 hours on the road. Not the way we sat across from one another at the ...
- Uncertainty Soup
Prior to Covid, I was one of those people who liked to say things like, “change is inevitable,” and “everything is transient” – the words floating out of my mouth, making me sound like the good Buddhist I wasn’t.
I wasn’t a liar, I just didn’t know what I was talking about.