1Dec 2, 2016
They are inside the gas station maybe 5 minutes. Â The girls and I wander in while father and son linger at the pump, and then they follow us in, more efficient, by far, than we. Â Early morning, and ours is the only vehicle left at at least eight nozzles, though the three dusty spaces beside […]
2Jan 16, 2015
“I understand sometimes she has a hard time, and I don’t mind.  I don’t.  You know?  I let things go.  I don’t make a big deal,“ she says quietly, sipping thoughtfully, sitting carefully across from me at a dot of a table. If we could but offer each other this, that we all make unintentional mistakes.Zoe jiggles […]
3Aug 30, 2013
“1,2,3…Okay, Mom—I’m going to count how many people signed my yearbook. Â Let’s see how many I have.” And she begins again, confident that she has my attention. Â “Let’s see, I have 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…and here I have 9, 10, 11, 12,”she says, counting the ones who wrote words and the […]