We are alike in so many ways it seems futile to try to prove otherwise, but letting my troubled mind wander, I shall write and write and write some more. Lucky you. In that, we are similar in the sheer…
View writingDo you believe in following your "passion"? Or do you think it's better, in the long run, to stick to what you know and keep the security of what you've built? This answer is subjective, and I know the answer…
View writingMy child, I know you think you are different, unique, and special. You are all those things. I know that you think I have no useful information to impart. Perhaps I do not. Yet, I suspect that all children on…
View writingI’ve been reading Annie Ernaux lately. Odd that one can say “I’m reading a person” when what one means is I am reading books by Annie Ernaux. I think that’s called synecdoche. No matter. What matters is how much Annie…
View writingViolet had seen the furry white ball darting from bush to bush for the last month. She could have hidden in her grande Starbucks cup. Her smallness lifted a fear from an internal cavern Violet refused to see in herself.…
View writingYou are like me and different, too. For instance. They say we look the same, that it's obvious we're mother and daughter. I see a resemblance, at certain angles and when you smile. I tell myself, rather hope, that we're…
View writingThe show was returning for its sixth season, and for the first time neither Josh nor I would be there. There is no announcement for leaving your ex-boyfriend and dating his best friend and then you two leaving the workplace…
View writingI caution you as I was never cautioned, that middle aged knees can be a bitch, by which I mean it's not excruciating pain per se but more of a dull ongoing weakness and vague ache, that your pelvic floor…
View writingI found myself in the middle of a conversation about childbirth the other day. Besides the setting (the office where I work), the odd thing about it is that I've never given birth to a child myself. So I was…
View writingI want to tell you something - nothing lasts. Everything changes, morphs, transforms, disappears. I want to tell you this so you won't be surprised when you notice it happening. Friends come and go. People who, as a child, you…
View writingMrs. Kind turned toward her daughter, but kept her head lowered. “Nora, I caution you as I was never cautioned.” Her voice thick and heavy, as if the words were weighing her tongue and heart down. “Don’t be so careful…
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