I am a mother to potted plants and a baby flown away. Children grown in pots, filled lovingly with soil and whisked off to the next home every few years. I want them to send their roots down, shoot out for miles and soak up the California soil, but I am afraid. Fearful to let...
My oldest little man turned eight. What did he want to do? Where did he want to be… on a snow mountain of course. A snow mountain that had had no snow all winter. We heard there was to be a storm the night before we drove up, would the roads even be open? We...
We will be ten years this summer and the day of hearts and love is now upon us. I can’t untangle it all. I can’t get through his birthday anymore without crying out a mess all over the kitchen. My man’s birthday, the day we made him, when his short life began. And now St....
He is come. and so quickly I forget. How does life ever get mundane, how do the fears, doubt and strife intrude ugly again after that night? The eve of lights and magic so thick you can embrace it, holding us all around in wonder. But they do, they come a torrent with the days...
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