After spending five weeks in Paris, Judy returned last night, but before she could even make it home, she stopped by my house to drop off these Parisian treats. She was a little wobbly on her feet because, by the time she made it to my driveway, she was going on no sleep for almost…
This is the tulip Nancy gifted me.
Usually, I'm prompt to write in my children's journal based on something they've done or said, but this time, a photo of my baby girl was the source of inspiration.In the photograph, she is about three years old. Her hand is under her chin, she is staring directly into the camera and her hair is…
I fell in love with my hair in the tenth grade.
Juliette, a young single mother who rented a room in our basement, washed and set my hair with small rods. When she removed the rods, my hair stuck to my scalp like sixty-five tiny black caterpillars. I hated it.For days, I brushed and pulled my…
Siri, Play
Lauren Hill
"Can't take my eyes off of you"The beat drops
he bops his head and
I watch him with adoration.
Music has a way of loosening him
and vicariously seducing me -
We have a silent conversation with our glances
and our children chuckle in the back seat
Long drives-
Winter sun -
Our truck is a moving vacation
and
music is our soundtrack.Play On,Kadine…
No one driving behind me
I pushed down
and the turn signal clicked louder than it ever had.
A crescendo of clicks turned my neck towards my teen daughter sitting in the passenger seat.
She has a learner’s permit now-
but soon, she will be alone in a car driving to dance class, a friend's house, or Sunday school.
A poem…