i have a very bad memory. feelings i recall. smells. snippets of scenes. but true, clear memories are tricky. it has always been this way. vacations get blurred down to the taste of espresso in faraway places. highschool has been melted to varsity jackets in the woods, warm cans of cheap beer, and debates in…
A letter to my son on his seventh birthday. Happy birthday poodle! This year was your most muddy, most bloody, most exciting year yet! We spent the last 365 days hiking, running, jumping, splashing, and learning. You started Kickboxing. You made new friends. Through sheer determination and practice you taught yourself to swim. You learned…
to my son on your fifth birthday. hunter,five years ago, five weeks before your due date, you arrived. tiny and pink and blonde.as my water broke i repeated, “it’s too early,” over and over. i wasn’t ready. but you were. and then the next morning with auntie holding my hand, i became a mom. out you came…
happy 8th birthday hunter, your journal entry yesterday read, “tomorrow is my birthday. i feel taller already.” and this morning, sure enough, you were. before my very eyes, in what feels like a single breath, you became big. a certifiable kid. a person who every day needs me less. a boy with unlimited ideas and…