My Mother: A Christmas Wonder Woman

In the front yard of our house growing up, there was a very large and unweildy pine tree. I remember one Christmas time, Mom decided she was going to brighten up that formidable monster by wrapping it up in twinkle lights. She stood at the base, bundled up in layers of winter clothes, and slowly … Continue reading My Mother: A Christmas Wonder Woman

The breath before the scream

I'm learning that I'm not as good in the quiet as I think I am. I don't mean your day-to-day, run-of-the-mill, garden variety quiet--the kind that steals moments at sunrise, whispers between the breaths of a child's laughter, fills vacuous space inside our heads. No, no that quiet. I'm good at that quiet. That kind … Continue reading The breath before the scream