losing you
we felt so grown up when we were kids and now wonder that we are so old when we’re not yet grown we started losing our parents to time and frailty. in the cycle of life things go upside down sometimes you rush d o w n the rabbit hole into a world… Read More midnight in wonderland
Go on. Pinch me. You are so kidding me. The house is still but for the clicking of the keyboard. The men are on their first father-and-son overnighter in the mountains. I am home alone tonight. In case you don’t quite see it: over three years as a human milk bottle, I’ve also served up… Read More My First Time
When he walked in this evening, Daddy wanted to take his boy to the park. As I changed Little Man on the landing, he wrapped himself around my neck and kissed me. He smiled, “I will never let you go.” My eyes smarted. The sacred moment hurt – a swelling tight at the edges. I… Read More A Boy’s Love on the Landing
I learned not to expect anything from anyone – not even my amazing friends – but to give. People have their own burdens. I am grateful that anyone should stop to think of me in some way. Wish I had known earlier not to impose standards in my relationships, to free people in their weakness,… Read More Lessons from My 30s
I don’t remember my mother ever having the cold or flu. She must’ve had her share, especially in the sharp New York winter. She remains healthy in my memory because she never took a day off, never took a nap, never complained. Not even when the needle flew off the Singer and disappeared into her… Read More The Measure of a Woman
Words go unsaid too many times but that doesn’t mean I don’t notice when you step to the shadows so I can have my day in the sun. You’ve saved portions of food so that I’d have enough to eat when I get home from work. You laboured over the stove when you were so… Read More Mothers From Around The World
I’ve condensed the radio interview from This American Life, Love is a Battlefield. What do you make of this woman? For seven-and-a-half years, Daniel was confined to a crib. He ate in it, stared out the window during the day, and slept upright in the space he shared with another boy in the orphanage. He… Read More An Unstoppable Love
Authorities report petite 5’3″ Asian-American woman with brown hair, brown eyes, who had gone missing six-and-a-half years ago emerged tired but happy under a mountain of blogging notes in her office. Her story follows. I was never sympathetic to mothers who wanted to step outside the home, whether for coffee or career. Until the poem… Read More 1000 Readers Recover Missing Woman
The little guy fell in love with this song by Chris Tomlin, Sovereign, when I was practicing for church last year. I think Tennyson played better here. He was 5 1/2. In the zone. I quickly grabbed the camera: