Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Always I am with her every step I tag along attempt to let her know she’s not alone but a smile does not greet me when I appear around her only a sadness I can’t reverse for her as I put on display the shapeshift of her body; limited are Read more
Dear Baby, I don’t know if you will ever be real, but here are some things I want to say to you. I’ve never really wanted a child. Well, that’s not true. You are wanted. But the idea of having a child—the need to have a child—has never been part Read more
Drink wine: Wine is classy Smart moms drink wine Exhausted moms drink wine If you wear slippers and pajamas, then it’s cute There are detractors, of course, including: When did it becomes acceptable for mothers to drink every night? If you loved your kids you wouldn’t do it What do Read more
I will not be there when you are the age I am now— this we must face. I waited to have you for reasons that are old rags of memory from clothes I wore before you. In today’s mirror I see you, orphaned, in your diaphanous future— thin skin, fragile Read more
Blue paisley when she feels humble Green polka dots when the beauty parlor is closed Stars and stripes for the Fourth Red and green for Yuletide Magenta for seducing the department chair Navy blue for telling my father it never happened Pink and yellow for the parent-teacher conference Beige to Read more
I wrote EMBERS AND ASH some years ago. I don’t remember the precise day; I only remember the unlucky circumstance. I needed to come home. I was unwell. Truth? I was out of my fucking mind, and the only person I wanted, needed and trusted was the one who birthed Read more
Mom woke me up late one night by rubbing my shoulder and whispering: “Whit, get up. There’s a full moon. Come into the living room.” She and Dad had quietly pulled the box holding my telescope out from under my bed and set it up. I had become interested in Read more
