This story does not have an ending, I am unfolding as a mother, as a writer, as a friend, as…
Browsing: prose
I’ve been birthing a collection of poems about raising a gay daughter since she came out at fifteen. That was…
My mother and grandmother are on their way to visit. My house is not ready and neither am I. After…
When was your last colonoscopy? the tidy, compact gynecologist inquired, a man so devoid of sexual aura that he can…
Hope springs eternal –Alexander Pope The question of hope. Who carries the hope in the family? My old friend…
It takes months for me to find a good therapist. When I finally do she tells me my family is…
“Where are we going?” Her every morning question. “Miss Patty’s house today.” “But I don’t want to…
My mother had two sisters she never told me about. When she mentioned her large family, she told me she…
This is the story my sister-in-law’s brother Andrew told over dinner: One night he, some friends and a fellow female…
I’m having the biggest ego trip in my life. Lucas, at one-and-a-half years old, sees me everywhere. He notices a…