Their longs limbs no longer fit into the tiny clothes I pack up into bins, give away. The tiny newborn sizes give way to sturdy legs and chubby 9 month old thighs. Those give way to 9 year old limbs, long and strong and full of self importance, the good […]
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On Waiting
I’m waiting here. Waiting for him to get back, waiting for sleep to overtake me, for an infant cry to drag me to an empty bed to lie awake and stare around at the strangeness of this room we have shared for so long without him. I wait for the […]
Read More5 Years Ago
We were getting ready to move into our first apartment in California. All our furniture had been left behind in Canada, we had only what 2 minivans could carry on the drive down. I was trying not to be bitter about how unrealistic it had been to believe what we […]
Read MoreI must be about to travel
I have a giant zit in the middle of my face. I get one about every two years, if that. (I know, I’m lucky and should stop complaining.) But of course I get it just a few days before I have to see people I’ve not seen in a couple […]
Read MoreI’m taking a trip
Some of my long time readers may remember back when I was pregnant, had just moved to San Diego, and was pining away for Canada. I missed our old life. I felt trapped here. I wanted to go home. And, I missed my best friend’s wedding because I was waiting […]
Read MoreA Confession
When the Boy was born my grandmother made him a baby quilt. It was pieced together with vintage fabrics, had wool lining and was altogether sweet. She also sewed a little cover for it so that it could stay clean because she wasn’t sure how it would wash. I used […]
Read MoreMy Childhood Home
There were two houses in my childhood, though they both occupied the same plot of land. There is the house that had a trap door in the floor of one upstairs closet and when we opened it we could look down into the laundry room, and throw our dirty clothes […]
Read MoreReflection
Water runs down his body in glistening beads as he emerges from the pool. Tanned golden skin continuously sliding across the rippling backdrop of taut muscles, every one defined as if etched in marble. He pulls at the bright orange water wings that wrap around his upper arms and shakes […]
Read MoreBecause Every Solution is Temporary
Today I put socks on the Boy’s feet and then wrapped them in several layers of duct tape. He looked like he was wearing silver ballet slippers, but I didn’t tell him that, I told him they looked like spaceman shoes. His way too small but all that he has […]
Read MoreInstructions?
After the Boy was born I would have these moments when the magnitude of the responsibility I had just undertaken would slam into me. It’s unnerving to think all of a sudden that if I got it wrong, this child could die. It wasn’t anxiety exactly, just these moments, as […]
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