What is the difficulty in stripping layers of cloth and standing bared in front of my own reflection? It should be easier to face a reflection in the mirror than it is to face the secrets of a soul; easier to bare a breast, a hip, an ankle than to see unmasked the wings and…
Tag: memoir
Little Ditty about Jack and Diane
I hope Jack and Diane rang in the New Year by sucking on chili dogs out behind the Tastee Freez. I, on the other hand, celebrated by belting out the solid gold hits of my youth with friends. I should add that I can’t sing. Let me clarify: I can’t sing well. But I”m loud. And…
Remembering Josh in “Unwrapped”
Years ago, in a 9th grade English class, a boy named Josh stood up for a class presentation. For years I’ve remembered Josh and that day, but it’s only been within the past twelve months that I’ve thought of writing about it. I toyed with doing a blog piece about Josh, but in the end, I knew…
The Story of Our Son
I never doubted motherhood, though for a time motherhood doubted me. I never dreamed that getting pregnant–that most basic of human functions–would be difficult. In fact, I spent most of my twenties making sure I didn’t get pregnant. It ended up happening anyway…twice. Which is why when my husband and I finally reached the same…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 