Posts Tagged: daughter

Grizzly Peak

“It’s getting really late so we should go soon.” “I’m almost ready, mom.” “I don’t know where Megan lives, so you’ll have to be the navigator.” “I said okay.” I stand at the open door watching my daughter stuffing things

Grizzly Peak

“It’s getting really late so we should go soon.” “I’m almost ready, mom.” “I don’t know where Megan lives, so you’ll have to be the navigator.” “I said okay.” I stand at the open door watching my daughter stuffing things

my mother/myself

Conversation after my mother read my first novel: Me: So, what did you think? Mom: I don’t like the mother. She made me feel bad. Me: Not all mothers are you, mom. Mom: I hope not. The mothers in your

my mother/myself

Conversation after my mother read my first novel: Me: So, what did you think? Mom: I don’t like the mother. She made me feel bad. Me: Not all mothers are you, mom. Mom: I hope not. The mothers in your

her hand

her hand by anna fonté hot & solid in my hand, when i hold hers i grip a hunk of liquid crystal baked in sun it worms into me, swimming veins, up to my armpit where it curls inside my chest

her hand

her hand by anna fonté hot & solid in my hand, when i hold hers i grip a hunk of liquid crystal baked in sun it worms into me, swimming veins, up to my armpit where it curls inside my chest

Heart-Shaped Island

I put my just-turned-six-year-old in the bath and went to make dinner. Twenty minutes later I went back to say hello. She, still able to stretch without bending her knees or touching the sides, lay straight and still with eyes

Heart-Shaped Island

I put my just-turned-six-year-old in the bath and went to make dinner. Twenty minutes later I went back to say hello. She, still able to stretch without bending her knees or touching the sides, lay straight and still with eyes

my mother

My mother raised me with the proverbial single hand while her other hand was busy making money for us to live on and trying to keep me pointed in the right direction.  She needed another hand. She taught me to

my mother

My mother raised me with the proverbial single hand while her other hand was busy making money for us to live on and trying to keep me pointed in the right direction.  She needed another hand. She taught me to

casual rape

Last Friday at school, a boy walked up behind my daughter, put his hand on her shoulder and said, “Did you know that 99% of all rapes begin with some kind of casual contact?” Pause for a moment.  Let it

casual rape

Last Friday at school, a boy walked up behind my daughter, put his hand on her shoulder and said, “Did you know that 99% of all rapes begin with some kind of casual contact?” Pause for a moment.  Let it

Tossing Nuts Out the Window (Making Friends With Crows #11)

While driving my 11-year-old to her before-school chorus class, I spy a solitary crow atop a telephone pole.  I keep a bag of roasted, unsalted peanuts in the car so that if we see any crows while we’re out, I

Tossing Nuts Out the Window (Making Friends With Crows #11)

While driving my 11-year-old to her before-school chorus class, I spy a solitary crow atop a telephone pole.  I keep a bag of roasted, unsalted peanuts in the car so that if we see any crows while we’re out, I

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the