This is for the moms whose vacations were taken in the aisles of grocery stores, at the tables of cafés, in efficient trips to the shopping mall or gym.
Some days I give so much of my love away that I forget to leave any for myself.
my love, we live in a den full of thieves
There is a space between you and me that measuresthe exact distancerequiredfor a wild animalto turn from deadlyto cute. It is the kind of distancethat plays tricks on the eye --blurring harsh edges,leaving only pointillistic impressionsthat tickle the most palatable of memories. It is the size ofscribblescoalescing into sense,kitchen knivesmistaken forwooden spoons. Ours is the … Continue reading A Safe Distance
It seems to methat there’s been some confusion in the news, in the mediain the comments sections,and around the family dinner table about where to aimthe blamefor our every disappointment,every perceived — and rarely felt —economic threat,every culturally-dictated fantasythat failed to come to fruition. It’s the immigrants, they say.The welfare collectors.The addicts.The poor. But I … Continue reading Only —