There is no rush.Take this moment to pause, breathe. When you’re yelling at the kids to hurry up and getRead more
“Mommy was in jail,” Etta casually announced, as she swung her feet on the exam table in the doctor’s office during her annual checkup. At eight years old, Etta is a tall girl, in the 95th percentile for height. And, apparently, somewhere in the bottom 5% for tact.Read more
when john died,
i blamed myself.
turns out my siblings
blamed themselves too.
how does that work
Otto and Etta love each other. Really, they do. But sometimes that’s hard to remember when they’re having one of their epic fights …Read more
longing on a train in the midwest (a poem)Read more