I’ve always called her my snuggle-bunny…a springtime baby who loves to curl up in your lap, put her thumb in her mouth and tuck her head into the crevice of your neck. But even the most gentle of babies must at some point catapult herself from the cradle of the caregiver’s arms. Continue reading
Springtime baby in my arms, I watched tiny green beginnings of leaves push out from branches, crowning. Leaves uncurled like little fingers holding less tightly as they opened to the world. Continue reading
Sidewalks are the new riverbed. Water rushes down the slightest incline over cracks that break your mother’s back. Liquid leans over the frozen curb and flows down the path of least resistance.
But not you, little boy. You pick the hard way. Continue reading