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…

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl

A very young man who called himself September took these photos.  I met him my freshman year at NYU and he asked me to sit for him, a last-minute photography final deadline approaching.  Looking at them now, I wonder what he saw when he looked through his camera.  In one photo I am camouflaged, black…