31May 15, 2015
Ever feel like you’re so tired that your eyes don’t even really fit in your face? Â I say this to Kevin and he groans, nodding, throwing a leg over the side of the bed to heave himself upright. Â In the stillness, I rub my eyes—these betrayers that don’t even want to open, much less […]
32Apr 10, 2015
We wander down the grocery aisle, me with my head buried in a list, Zoe pushing the cart, Riley walking just behind, quietly trying to breathe. Zoe reaches toward me with her eyes. Â I feel the gaze grab hard, and I look up and toward my daughter. Â Zoe sucks in her belly and stiffens her […]
33Feb 6, 2015
“I always eat slowly right before school.” Â She says it quietly, when she knows I stand listening, when it’s just the two of us in the room. Two days back to school, and every morning Riley comments that she’s cold and wraps her legs with a blanket. Â She sometimes tries to stand so that I […]
34Dec 26, 2014
I weave my way through aisles, casually lifting trinkets in one hand, weighing their merit as stocking stuffers against the cost, yellow-highlighted on white stickers. Â We left home early to avoid the rush, the traffic, and scurried huddled through the icy mist to gather our gifts. Â We chuckle, in a jovial but deeply horrified, self-convicted […]