Wake Up, Naomi!

Wake Up, Naomi!

Wake Up, Naomi! That’s the sign poet Naomi Shihab Nye sees above her desk every morning when she sits down to write. It’s a note written by her son when he was a boy, maybe as a reminder that he needed to wake his mother up from a nap, but a note she has kept all...
A Few Things I Don’t Want to Forget

A Few Things I Don’t Want to Forget

A Few Things I Don’t Want to Forget The dream where both of my parents are asleep in the same bed. The floor is littered with balled up tissues because someone has a cold, and my father’s eyes are fluttering like he’s trying to open them after 15...
A Few Wild Things…

A Few Wild Things…

A Few Wild Things… The dream I had last night where I spooned with a baby possum, right up against my spine. It was tiny like a child, and we slept so cozily all night. In the morning I quietly lifted myself from the bed so I wouldn’t wake it, but when I turned around...
What if We Already Loved You?

What if We Already Loved You?

Illustration by Zoe Wagner What if We Already Loved You? 11 years ago, when I started dating again after my divorce, I was excited at the thought of meeting new people, but I was also riddled with nerves. I’d been with my husband for over 24-years, and here I was...
A Few Things I Won’t Be Writing About

A Few Things I Won’t Be Writing About

A Few Things I Won’t Be Writing About How the 20 something nurse assistant looked down at her clipboard during my appointment and asked me if I was sexually active. And the way I said no – with no qualifiers – no comments about the dating pool for...