Published in P.S. I Love You·PinnedMember-onlyWhy I Quit Mothering My Teenage Son…and started loving him instead — There was something that I asked you: to empty the dishwasher please, to clean up your bedroom, to pack up for your dad’s, to get your stuff organized for your trip. Do you have? Do you need? Did you find? Made a list? Where’s your suitcase? Got your ticket? It’s…Love4 min readLove4 min read
Jan 3CrossingsI look up, watch the V cross the sky, the black and white of their heads, arrows pointing towards what’s next, getting closer, then disappearing into a scrawl, an ache, honking with purpose, like they know, like any of us know.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
