My pain waltzed in to claim me when I was twenty-two and I felt a fateful twist behind my right knee, but it had eyed me in the years before. When I was sixteen I enjoyed my weekly singing lessons until the twenty-minute mark hit. At that point, I prayed to perfect...
On September 14th, I fly to Canterbury, England with 20 other students from my college for thirteen weeks. That’s 91 days, 2184 hours, 131,040 minutes that I will be worlds away from the two most significant people in my life – my fiancé, Malcom, and my 2 year old...
On a rainy afternoon in the spring of 2011, my five-year-old son dumped a heavy book into my lap and said, “Read.” I opened the book and read the first line: “All children, except one, grow up.” The book was Peter Pan and Wendy, by J.M. Barrie, first published in...
First, I should probably tell you that it’s been one of those years, a year in which you can’t believe a year has passed. And time did not fly because you had fun, instead the days were built of doing what must be done to get by and get through. These years have...
Right now I have two jobs. The first is taking care of my three-year-old son. The second is writing. Both require mothering: the first of my son and the second of my writer self.Last fall, I volunteered at a writing conference for women and in one of the workshops, a...
