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...

imperfect prose on thursdays: beer and hymns

it’s a collapse of child and mother, the after-supper kind of collapse. we haven’t seen each other all weekend because i’ve been away and we have joey and jin here too. and sometimes this having other people in our home feels a bit like the curtains...