I’m trying. Very hard. But there’s a thick gray fog that makes me unsure of where I stand
“If I don’t make it,” he whispered to her, “name the baby after me”
We know so little when we dream of perfect years and happy children
My “nature hunger” was finally, finally being satiated. I blossomed
It took a long bath and a lot of soothing before my son was clean, calm, and coherent enough to explain
In the vintage ring I found, I seek an echo of my life When I first saw the ring at the vintage sale, it was buried in a pile of gold trinkets. The garnet stone was so hidden, no light could catch it. “What do you think about this one?” I asked my sister.