My dear one, I have thought for a long time about what to write for you today. Writing that you won’t read until you are much older or maybe even after I am no longer living. It’s your birthday. You are excited, and anxious, and even a little sad. This year your birthday comes to…
Category: writing
In transition
I wrote a poem. It doesn’t rhyme.
Fat Girl Climbing
Two years ago I tried climbing for the first time and it was a complete disaster. I was at the YMCA with my daughter for a youth climbing event. I had watched her climb so often and she made it look so easy. She was like a little gecko! She just stuck to the wall!…
Dear Charlotte
Dear Charlotte, Today you are 4 years old! That’s 4 trips around the sun that we have shared our lives with you. Things I love about you at 4: when I pick you up and carry you, you often rest your head on my shoulder and rub my back. You say “OH MY GOSH” when…
Eye Blinks
“I think this to myself even though I love my daughter. She and I have shared the same body. There is a part of her mind that is a part of mine. But when she was born she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since. All her life,…
Oh hi depression
I was so excited and hopeful about Nanwrimo. I really thought I could make something good, something that would help me grow. Something that would challenge me. I think I was doing well keeping up with it for a little bit. And then it happened, I self sabotaged. I can’t ever just let myself enjoy…
Living Multigenerationally
NanoWrimo day 4 Multigenerationally is possibly a word I made up, although I think it’s meaning is clear. I live in a multigenerational house. My husband I and our two children share a home with my mom and dad, three generations of people all under one roof. It was never our plan to live with…
Resting Bitch Face
NanoWrimo day 3 Before I was born, I was cursed with resting bitch face. I am not sure what bruja my ancestors angered but all the women in my family are burdened with resting bitch face. Maybe it’s a small sacrifice for the ferocity that burns through our veins. Because no woman travels to America…
I am not good at parties
NanoWrimo day 2 I am not good at parties Unlike my daughter who loves parties, my daughter who wants to be the life of the party. I am not good at knowing what to say or when to say it. What things are ok to ask and what things should be left unsaid. I am…
NanoWrimo
I have five minutes left of the first day of the national novel writing month kick off. Five minutes left and not a clue as to what I am doing. I had sort of been playing around with the idea of trying to participate but hadn’t even remotely tried to figure anything out beyond that….
