Category: Sons

First Sleepover~ “one” becomes “two”

My son isn’t sleeping under the same roof as me, and I feel a great dis-ease. My heart presses against my ribs searing my skin attempting the impossible– to reach him. And I wonder, How will I breathe when he is gone for good? (to college, to his own life, under another roof with his…

September 28, 2009
From the Mouths of Babes

In our somewhat contentious family meeting this morning, Lloyd compared me to a character from Greek mythology who ate all of his 8 children because he found out that one of them planned to kill him. This in response to the fact that his inconsistent completion of household responsibilities resulted in my installation of time…

September 14, 2009

First Sleepover~ “one” becomes “two”