More Flagrante, Less Delicto

Like many of you fine people, I appreciate a good dose of irony. In literature. In life. In Alanis Morissette lyrics. (Hey. Let’s not get nit-picky.) Still, there’s something a little bit ironic I can’t support when it comes to parenting. And that irony is this: The very act responsible for creating a baby becomes […]

Mother Knows Best

In my earliest memories, she wears a long blue robe and smells like coffee. My dad offers goodbye kisses to her, my little sister and me. Then he goes to work. He’s a high school Spanish teacher. My mother’s work is us. She is young, in her early twenties, ironing clothes in our den. Love, […]

The Graduate

My insides are humming. The low-grade buzz of bewilderment mixed with nerves and how did we get here? In my head, a gaping space. Hollowness. I don’t remember. So I freeze like a statue in the kitchen while the bread toasts. Memories present themselves for inspection. Slowly at first. Then, all at once, these details […]

When You Lose Something You Can’t Replace

Are you sick of hearing about our house fire yet? Don’t worry. I am, too. But bear with me through a final post on the subject. It’s one I have avoided because I hate to cry when I type. But in the end, this isn’t about me. Not directly. It’s about an assignment I did […]

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 ink or not to ink…

You might recall I’ve been exploring various ways to commemorate the Joys of Summer; first with Botox, then with the Brazilian wax. I’ll spare you the suspense now: I pursued neither of these activities having deemed them both expensive and temporary. (Plus—in the case of Botox—potentially paralytic; and—in the case of the Brazilian—excruciatingly painful.) They’re both […]

Today call me peeved.

Today call me peeved. As in pets. But not Pet Peeves. (Like when people wait until the checker has rung up all their groceries before fumbling in their bags for a checkbook. And also people who write checks.) No, I’m talking about actual pets. Who peeve. (Although I hate the word peeve; but that’s a […]

Prompt

Prompt. It’s a great word, right? Who doesn’t love a single syllable that commands three parts of speech in six tiny letters? I suppose those letters are—in and of themselves—not necessarily tiny. But it felt right to say “six tiny letters.” And you know how some things just feel right? (Like ninety-degree pool water. Or […]