Facing Forward, Looking Back

It was a weird week. I had a birthday, visited my kids at the University of Oregon, and released my third novel. All good stuff. Celebratory. Fortunate. (Fortunate is my grandma’s favorite word. She’s 95. Her being in my life is part of why I’m fortunate.) And yet. In the wake of allthegoodstuff, I found myself […]

Hands Down

“I love you.” I say it all day long. No joke. I tell my kids (who sometimes mumble it back and sometimes speak clearly). I whisper it into my dogs’ ears while they lick my face and I try not to think about where their tongues have been. I text it to Bill if he’s […]

To My Daughter on her Birthday

On July 14th, 1999, you made me complete. A nurse slipped you into my arms (all four pounds, fourteen ounces of sticky skin and soft bone), and I looked down at your tiny face and knew you for my own. These shaking hands cradled the first great-granddaughter; the first niece; the first sister of a […]

For My Son on His Birthday

You’re the one who changed me. June 22, 1997. That’s the day you took apart the whole of me to be pieced back together in a puzzle I hope will never be completed. You were my life’s great surprise, usurping this body before I’d finished writing thank you cards for wedding gifts. Unable to breathe […]