Dear Children, I’ve never really liked starting a letter with the words “I’m sorry.” It always seemed so packaged to me. Kind of like a gift you give just because someone says you should. A little empty. A little ankle-deep. And never really reaching the depth of what needs to be said. So please understand […]
Hello, November. You’ve caught me a bit off guard. Again. You always seem to whisper your way into my life. Wedged between jack-o-lanterns and costumes, followed closely by snow and lights. You are met with muttered strains of “It’s November? Already?” and “How did that happen?” You come, I suppose, expecting to be greeted warmly. […]
To the Mom Who Holds Her Breath: Through the play date. Through the school day. Through aisle no. 7 at the grocery store. Through Sunday afternoon with the in-laws. Through Friday morning at the doctor. Through 11 o’clock Wednesday at the playground. I see you there. I know you woke this morning to oceans of […]
Dear Mrs. Gordon, Hi. My name is Jai … and I’m pretty sure that doesn’t mean much to you. And really, it shouldn’t. I am just a woman — among many women — living in a brown house — among many brown houses — nestled on a little street — among many just like it […]
