Writerly Stuff - She Laughs at the Days

Protected: The First Time My Mother Died

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Their longs limbs no longer fit into the tiny clothes I pack up into bins, give away. The tiny newborn sizes give […]

I’m waiting here. Waiting for him to get back, waiting for sleep to overtake me, for an infant cry to drag me […]

We were getting ready to move into our first apartment in California. All our furniture had been left behind in Canada, we […]

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 […]

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 […]