In those moments, the unease begins to seep into my thoughts. It's as if there's something terrible in the room with me that I can't quite see because it's too awful.
For my daughter, the shell is a shell, until it becomes a shovel, a swimming pool for fairy dolls, a marker of her grandmother who died when my daughter was a baby.
It's almost July and 67ºF and drizzly out. The rain is cool. Not cold, but still, it's cool. After seven years in Arkansas, five in St. Louis, and two in…
For dinner, I baked a chicken and made a heap of mashed potatoes. Today, I sliced the chicken breast for sandwiches, used the leftover mashed potatoes for shepherds pie, and…
What will our life look like in September, December, and a year from now?
It's a cold, windy, rainy day in Boston. The tree limbs shake. It adds to the tension but helps keep people indoors.