Tag Archives: Shoes

Dragons on her feet

Dragons on her feet

It was a simple gesture, really, when she offered me her toddler’s outgrown red velcro shoes. No longer needed, no longer a part of her narrative. But yet they carry such a story. There I was, visiting a former client turned friend, and I mentioned with it being spring I would have to find a new… Read more

Portrait of a four year old

Portrait of a four year old

They tell me I’ll miss it. That I’ll miss these days that end with her falling asleep at ten pm in a grumpy, pitiful slump on the living room floor wearing one sock and her father’s t-shirt, her face showing remnants of the war story of the suppertime before. That I’ll miss these frantic mornings… Read more

Dearest friend

Dearest friend

You came to visit me on day one. Sitting in my Johnny shirt in that hospital recovery room, my bare ass upon a blue blood-soaked maternity pad, I quickly pulled up the starchy bed sheet up to cover myself, as you let yourself in. My nipples were on fire and I was sweating in weird… Read more

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