Gather into your arms the sleeping infant of yourself Her eyes wince in discomfort as she struggles to stay asleep, dreaming of the sisters she never met. … [Read more...]

Yes, endlessly, shamelessly, I tell stories Stories justify my need for empathy, to let you know just how cursed and broken my family is. If my story makes you pity me just a little bit, I might feel less self-conscious about my privilege. It can't all be good, and just when … [Read more...]

My father at the piano I see him sitting there, patient and proud, teaching my son about chords. Two musical minds, decades apart, syncing on the theory and method of creating a tune. His tan and familiar hands curved over the little ones, guiding him to a C major chord, as … [Read more...]

Listening deeply, sometimes you can hear The sound of your heart, beating steadily, reminding you of your existence and your fragility. Sometimes you expect it might trick you, fluttering or skipping, but it remains consistent as long as you are focused on it. You might feel … [Read more...]

The moon passes her twentieth night She is mature, confident in her role, observing us as we are nestled into couches, chairs, beds for the night. She approaches fullness, eager to be complete and regal. As night moves on to morning, she prepares for her own decline, knowing … [Read more...]