when being quiet can kill (over at Emily Freeman’s today)

Wind catches the curtains in my children’s bedroom. They sleep with flushed cheeks and eyelashes long and every night I check on them before I go to sleep, and every night I feel both afraid and awed by their beauty.I touch lips to their skin, remember how my mum...

i’m a sinner, not a saint (over at Prodigal Magazine today…)

It’s a blue moon tonight and my agent and I are drinking Blue Moon beer to celebrate. Around me are Pentecostals and Unitarians and Lutherans and lesbians and heterosexuals and males and females and Richard Rohr who’s encouraging us to abandon all labels and put on...

imperfect prose on thursdays: when your baby is having a baby

When my kids were young I used to tell them that someday, when they had children of their own, I was going to buy each one of them a pony. It was really more of a threat than a promise, as in:If the two of you don’t stop fighting and getting on my last good nerve, I...