But in South Carolina the plants were neon, the color deep, as if a cut leaf could be used as a marker, as if their pigment might transfer easily to paper.
All in Life
Thoughts For My Children
The best parts of me, the worthwhile bits, anything that's good comes from them.
Field at Dusk
I stand at the edge of the field, toes curled in stained tennis shoes, nails bitten to the quick.
On My Mother's Birthday
My mother is a pair of hands first; a blurred figure, a face I tilt my neck back to see. The flash of a smile, a pair of arms that reach around me and lift.
Birth
It’s hard to find a place to start, a moment in which to pinpoint the change; the feeling of going from pregnant me to mother, the moment in which my son went from being a part of me to being a person in his own right.
Drivers Ed
I waited for an opening, blinker on, foot easing down on the gas. I took the first opportunity and the speedometer began to climb.
Dead Fish
My three year old brother explored the beach, armed with his red plastic pail and a little yellow shovel: the tools of all children taken to the seashore for a day.