Airports. They’re all well and good and exciting until you’ve got a four hour delay ahead of you. Stuck elbows deep in poorly made frappacinos and rumpled US Weekly’s… I am waiting for the plane to touch down. I’m on the phone, arguing with the latest entry in a long line of mistakes. My fingers... Continue Reading →
The first time I heard this song, you were stretched out on your back in the emptied out shell of Charlie’s van. The three of us had stayed out all night, and come sun up, bleary-eyed and drunk on adventure, you were driving me back to my dorm room. Lying down in the spot where... Continue Reading →
Every mother has one story about each child that, over and over, they still love to tell. In this one, I am standing in the grocery store, maybe four years old - up to her knees or so - and I tug on her jeans. “Mommy! Mom! Moooooom!” I say, eyes full and round. She... Continue Reading →
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