Motherhood. Marriage. Furious scribbling.
Originally written a year-and-a-half (whaa?) ago, I post this text today in honor of my beautiful, brave, and brilliant Pearl Girl's third birthday. My 17-month-old daughter is the kindest, most loving (and smartest) person in the whole world (pardon my bias). Everyone & everything she loves is treated to a multitude of hugs & kisses… Continue reading A Toddler’s Lesson in Self-Love
Nine years. I mark the day every year, just like I mark your birthday every year. The first few years I visited your grave with a bottle of whiskey, but we are far from where you are buried, your grandchildren are still very young, and, well, your memory is not confined to your ashes.… Continue reading Nine Years
Oh give me patience when wee hands Tug at me with their small demands. And give me gentle and smiling eyes. Keep my lips from hasty replies. And let not weariness, confusion, or noise Obscure my vision from life’s fleeting joys. So when, in years to come my house is still- No bitter memories its rooms… Continue reading The Mother’s Prayer
