Tag Archives: Gratitude

Mourning August

Mourning August

Today they danced naked in the rain. As they did back in June when the summer began, the rain trickled down their baby bangs, their popsicle chins. Collecting together in a brown  slime between their toes. They put off dinner to dance. To each claim three muddied towels before it was all over, believing each… Read more

Grey hairs

Grey hairs

I have officially gone grey. The nice people tell me it means I have wisdom to share, and I’ll agree, the hair on my head tells a story. Certainly, I’m grey from breastfeeding day and night for over six years. I’m grey from the tantrums in the grocery store over Goldfish crackers and sparklers, and… Read more

I hope to

I hope to

You sleep beside me because I want you to. When you’re close I can watch your hands twitch as they find their way to your resting pose- your right hand’s thumb lodges itself in your pouty lips and your left arm raises straight above your head. That’s the sweet spot. I hope I remember you… Read more

Realizations

Realizations

We braid now. We are finding the time. Like my mom braided for me on Friday nights when she’d race home from the city after five days apart. Like she’d do for me Sunday mornings before church, even if we were running late. I hated the braids, actually. Hated the hurt of it all. I… Read more

Double Yolks

Double Yolks

The baby hums as he sleeps and he smiles as he dreams, while my mind races with preparation for the day to come- there is always so much. I’m running late again as I race the highway, but the ditches are a visual reprieve. Though boggy, like my sleep-deprived brain, they are accentuated by purple… Read more

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