Posts Tagged: mother
Down River
(For Susan) “How long’ll you be staying?” The campsite host pressed his palms on either side of her mother’s window. His eyes moseyed around the interior of the car, from the sleeping bags and boxes of food to Aster in
Down River
(For Susan) “How long’ll you be staying?” The campsite host pressed his palms on either side of her mother’s window. His eyes moseyed around the interior of the car, from the sleeping bags and boxes of food to Aster in
I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!
(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble. Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the
I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!
(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble. Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the
a tantalizing ghost (chapter 3, part 1)
(photo by smashthirteen on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/smash13/) Sometimes, in certain moods, at dusk or early morning when the light is starting to reveal the space and separation between things, or sometimes when she’s driving down a highway and has been driving
a tantalizing ghost (chapter 3, part 1)
(photo by smashthirteen on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/smash13/) Sometimes, in certain moods, at dusk or early morning when the light is starting to reveal the space and separation between things, or sometimes when she’s driving down a highway and has been driving
