In December I finished reading Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. In her first of two afterwords, written eight years apart, Dillard calls this book a “theodicy,” which is a
In December I finished reading Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. In her first of two afterwords, written eight years apart, Dillard calls this book a “theodicy,” which is a
The back of my left hand pressespleasantly into a cotton blue pillowcase. Through my squintedeyelid I seesoft edges of a flattened crescent that must have beencut from back-lit clouds: it
She works – silent, invisible – betweenhusband and children, the chores. The children move herback andforth;she pivots, affixed totheir flexing muscles and electric minds. Her husband
My sister and I, now in our late twenties, still like to sing the funny “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from Disney’s Mulan. Every once in a while,
“Stressed” defined my days. Sure, partly tiredness was creeping in and adding tension, but it was more than that. While I was taking care of the laundry and meals and
I finished listening to Jane Eyre the other day. Jane (as I like to affectionately call it) is my favorite book, and every reading it seems I catch something new in it,
I’ve been wanting to write about the “rest of the story” of my postpartum depression for a few months now, but this past week my husband spoke a catalyst for
My mom, daughter, and I were at the playground next to the covered picnic area where the local farmer’s market meets every Thursday at 4 pm. It was still only
Last weekend we decided to foster a dog from a nearby shelter. My husband has wanted a dog since before we got married, but I already had a cat when
My daughter’s first birthday is approaching, and I’ve been remembering the day she was born. The labor and delivery experience was mostly just what I could have hoped for, but