1Jun 9, 2017
They sit waiting–my children and this party of their best friends, a huddled, cross-legged, patchwork group in costumes as vibrant and varied as they. Even with the house lights dim, I see the startling glint of silver sequins, a neon vest, leotards and athletic jerseys. I slip into a chair and just smile, holding my […]
2Jun 12, 2015
I wish I had thought to take a picture of them, sitting there with me. Me, all hulled out and bare—wearing my soft pants and no makeup, because with them I can. And them—six of my close friends–using their smartphones (of all things) and their words and their hands that can’t be still in the […]
3Jun 5, 2015
I really don’t know what to say anymore, she says to me, and I understand, because when you say everything true and it doesn’t seem to make a difference you finally run out of words. They drain and fall away, leaving only echoes like bits of fluttering ash. And in the aftermath of a wordy, difficult […]