analyzing the ties that bind - She Laughs at the Days

I must be about to travel

I have a giant zit in the middle of my face. I get one about every two years, if that. (I know, […]

Some of my long time readers may remember back when I was pregnant, had just moved to San Diego, and was pining […]

When the Boy was born my grandmother made him a baby quilt. It was pieced together with vintage fabrics, had wool lining […]

There were two houses in my childhood, though they both occupied the same plot of land. There is the house that had […]

I have an audience. Well, I’ve had an audience for the past 5 or so years but I usually don’t notice them, […]

Water runs down his body in glistening beads as he emerges from the pool. Tanned golden skin continuously sliding across the rippling […]

Today I put socks on the Boy’s feet and then wrapped them in several layers of duct tape. He looked like he […]

After the Boy was born I would have these moments when the magnitude of the responsibility I had just undertaken would slam […]

One minute she was driving home from the airport, making her way carefully through the ice and snow. In the next an […]

There is a certain poetry to a person who brings with them the external symbols of the relationship you share. Take my […]