a tiny bit stupid, but with a very smart heart

It’s been forever since I’ve written anything, and now I have this desire to sum up particular aspects of the last couple years of my life and get on with it. Though perhaps not without proving I learned some things first. I certainly can’t allow myself years that meant nothing. In that vein, my first […]

keeping pace

Sometimes I wonder if the way I love Django is the same way other moms love their sons.¬†Only because it feels so much different. Or maybe it feels the same, but in a dark side of the moon way. A few weeks before Django was born, his paternal grandfather called me from Chicago. “I’m just […]

holding back

Very early on, I noticed how one side of Bruno’s mouth would draw up in a sneer when he wasn’t paying attention. For all of his carefully manicured self-possession, this was, at first, the only tell to his unrefined character. It was for the rest of that character to show up that I waited. “He’s […]

the other woman

The night that her stepfather bashed in her mum’s face, Delilah learned more about Ann Catherine than she did during the rest of their seventeen years together. Domestic violence is not always what you’d expect. And Delilah’s memory of sitting with her mum, staring at her colorful, swollen face, is oddly a sweet one. Husband […]