Once a month I wake, sometimes before the sun, and now that it's May, after the sun and I go to a too-early meeting where they serve mediocre breakfast burritos and awful pastries, that I am never the less thankful for and enjoy as a second breakfast. This morning it was "share your story" morning, again. And after I spoke for less than a single ( Read more... )

Here I am, a teenager, again. Bad skin, moodiness, boredom, longing for friends ( Read more... )

It hasn't been a good winter ( Read more... )

Here we go. Again. A little baby, coming in August. Who has babies in August ( Read more... )

And then the season got away from me ( Read more... )

I start things I don't finish, some days in August ( Read more... )

I am half asleep when I realize that I can't write or play nurse or compute on so many levels because I've retreated not into my critical, evolved brain, but into my emotional, primitive brain. They told me this could happen. It's best to just leave me out of the conversation ( Read more... )

As much as we see the good and the bad . . . as much as we are able . . . as much as we recite the things that make up places . . . that make them places, unique from one another . . . there is still a homecoming. There are still roots that bind me here. Despite the time and distance and discomfort. The vacancy and memory that has filled ( Read more... )

Things began to change after the journey to Price ( Read more... )

I dreamt that you got married in the back of a volvo. I watched from a storefront window while you and your bride and the entire wedding party climbed out the back of it. You were emitting sunlight. You all came into the store and drank beer and champagne and ate hors d'oeuvres. We talked in a corner and your eyes were the same and you let me ( Read more... )