Tag Archives: love
Quarantined at Twenty
I woke up this morning, ate a bowl full of berries and honey, drank coffee, and watched the birds. You were upstairs, showering, after crying, ‘ I don’t want to get old!” I made the potato salad for our “social … Continue reading
My Third Time Charm, a Birthday Letter
I love your summer birthday, nestled into the pulse of the loveliest three months. I love that you always want the same exact birthday meal (bombers, banana cream pie, and plain old vanilla ice cream cake). Predictable, exact, wonderful, you. … Continue reading
Happy Sixteen, 3 Down
It’s your birthday eve. It’s storming out. It is supposed to storm through the night and all day tomorrow, so it must be your birthday. Never fails, the Gods throw you a party every year. At least you know that … Continue reading
Six it Is
Six is the year little boys seem to turn into kids. Look at that little misplaced tooth… how can one grin contain so much innocence and sneakiness at once? Happy Birthday, Mighty Mighty Quinn. 48 lbs. later (for both of … Continue reading
Nothing
In a lonely room in a little city, He was a magnet A regret A panicked scramble Like all magnets, he responded. In a little room in big city, He was a thorn A reminder An unwelcome ghost … Continue reading
Sweet Sixteen
It’s quite possible that the person that invented the phrase sweet sixteen meant it as an oxymoron. In my experience sixteen has a temper and is a little moody. It’s May 17th and you, my birthday girl, my only girl, … Continue reading
Twenty.
Dear Luke, It is the eve of your birth, twenty years later. Twenty. In four more hours your teenage years will be completely gone. Dust. Did I ever tell you that when I was in fourth grade, we performed The … Continue reading
Since You Asked …
I went to my cousin Noel’s baby shower. She is having a girl. Due soon. Luke’s birthday. There were little recipe cards at the shower and we were supposed to write down advice for the parents to be on them. … Continue reading
Letting Go
Sometimes drawing takes over and writing takes a backseat. I have finished the Greta and the Angels book and and felt pretty good about the drawings, but when the book came, I hated the typeface (Quinn didn’t care). I am … Continue reading
