Photo by OSPAN ALI on Unsplash His living nightmare Has taken his hard-earned place, Ruined everything. To everyone else, She’s a cute little baby: Look how sweet she is! She gazes wide-eyed At ill-wishing little boy, Envies his freedom. He sticks out his tongue. She startles, drools her awestruck. She laughs and he grins. His eagerly… Continue reading The Living Nightmare Laughs
Photo by Marjorie Bertrand on Unsplash Claire nudged Gillian. “Don’t look now,” she hissed. “Remember the one I told you about? The mother who puts her kid on a leash? That’s her. Sarah Something. She’s right there, at the counter.” Gillian nodded. Leaning back in her chair, she stretched her arms overhead, scanned the coffee shop… Continue reading That Cannot Be Right!
Photo by Danielle MacInnes on Unsplash The rule is that we’re in charge of ourselves. The children’s table in the kitchen is merry chaos. A few cousins use their forks to spear, their spoons to release the flood of gravy from the mashed potato moat. An older cousin eats quickly, eying the table in case… Continue reading Are You Sure You Want to Sit at the Grown-Ups Table?
It’s quieter and it’s now safe to walk anywhere, but I miss the perils… Louise Foerster Dec 21 Photo by James Coleman on Unsplash I cradled the armload of mail to the house, charging up the steep lawn and into the front door before dropping it on the rug. Cards, packages, bills, and magazines splayed.… Continue reading Yearning for Chaos
Photo by Taylor Ann Wright on Unsplash Arms flung wide open Eyes seeing and heart willing. Next is on its way. Our dog died. Then another beloved one died ten days later. November was a tough month. We’re past initial grief. We’ve made it past the staggering shock, the knowing disbelief, the sense that life will… Continue reading Our Mutual Next
So Janey gives her cough drops Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash Mommy’s phone was ringing. Janey is not allowed to touch it and is reminded every day with a loud NO MATTER WHAT! But Mommy is very sick. It could be the doctor or Daddy. She climbed onto the counter. Janey is not allowed up… Continue reading A Horse Tickles Mommy’s Throat
Photo by Jasmine Waheed on Unsplash We lost her precipitously and slowly — some days she was here with us, other days in her elsewhere, a forgetful, amiable, smiling person with a different connection to reality. For our very young children, we explained that she was like a forgetful bear, to be gentle, patient, and kind. He went… Continue reading Last Words