21Dec 21, 2012
3 am and I wake with a gasp, resurrected from deep sleep. I am so tired that the word tired doesn’t quite work. Trampled might be better. It is an unlikely night for a victory. Adam stands next to my bed, shifting, trying for words. I’m not sure if he touched me or if I […]
22Jun 8, 2012
It will look worse before it looks better. Spring cleaning in early summer (because it takes me weeks to find the sabbatical I’ve been chasing), and this I keep reminding myself while making dinner on a tiny slice of counter top in the kitchen. In the background, the collection of pitchers I pushed back to […]