Waves flowing
“Mama, your hair is curly, and shiny, like the ocean, “ as he grabs one tendril and another. I smile, look on him with the goofiest...
Roots and seeds
I picked lilacs for her on every Mother’s Day. Every May. She said as she recounted her childhood connection, her roots, her story. I...
What they don’t have
What they don’t have is struggle, of questions, of figuring things out together, of figuring out ourselves together. What they have is...
Childhood mystery
Your language is too wild for us. It weaves in and out of current realities that we don’t understand. Your language is too above these...
Riding the waves
We sat there watching the lake waves and remembering the waves we've ridden, tumultuous and sweet, dull and exciting, together. JEO 5.4.16