"An Exhale" is one of my favorite stories I've ever written (so I've reblogged it a few times now). I go back and read it often, remembering the gravel road, the tinkle of the dog's collar, and the rush of relief and grief that hit me all at once. I remember Little Foot's little voice... Continue Reading →
When you wake up, do you feel a balloon in your throat, too? Or maybe it's a corset: too small and too snug, cinched up tighter than poor Kate Winslet's mom did to her in 'Titanic.' "Hold still," I think she said before she yanked again. Or is it that feeling of having had too... Continue Reading →
I had a dream last night that present-day-me somehow (as a spirit? a thought? a memory but also premonition?) was able to supernaturally visit myself as a 10-year-old. I appeared at a gathering with my mom's extended family at my grandparent's bay house in Galveston: a get together I vaguely remember. 10-year-old me was in... Continue Reading →
I imagine that when the sun rises each day,She's eager to see who she'll reach;To check on how her little babesHave grown. A happy face on a proud,Beaming mother doing her best. But I imagine it's rough on daysWhen no one notices her. SheGets it though: so many are busy, afraid,Scrambling for solutions because theirHomes... Continue Reading →
