If you know me, you know I typically love to celebrate my own birthday. I like to take the day off from work, treat myself to chocolate croissants and espresso for breakfast and let the rest of my doings emerge naturally, in accordance with my whims. Museum? Writing? Nap? Lovely. Delicious dinner with my spouse? … Continue reading Fig. 46
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Confluence
I am at the confluence today. With my left hand, I reach back and touch yesterday, the always-blue sky, bright sun, florid breeze of my son's birthday--his 10th on this earth. I fluff his hair, thick and unkempt, trace his still-boy jawline and poke my finger into his dimple, one more beauty mark. I remember … Continue reading Confluence