Mama Stops the Hourglass

Riding into town, I look at the rearview mirror, see my daughter in the back, bouncing with the bumps on … More

Warm Winter, Sun Worshiper

Among the days which scatter across the week, I keep going back to an image in my head. Not sure … More

The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More

A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More

Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is … More