1Feb 12, 2016
There’s only ever been one perfect love; only one that didn’t come out all lopsided, with smudges all over the edges. Time races up behind me and I have no choice but to microwave the butter I forgot to take out ahead. I need it to cream, and ice-cold butter doesn’t cream. I unfold the […]
2Feb 8, 2013
We sit at breakfast, light falling easy through the curtains, isolated in a moment that feels slower. She pauses, putting her toast on her plate, chewing on her bottom lip. “Mom, I’m not sure about the words on some of those Valentines.” I knew we would come back to this conversation. Last year, when I […]